Page 13 of The Reaper's Vice

Noah and Jake follow me soon after, pouring their release into me, filling both my holes with deep, pleasure-filled groans.

“Fuck, baby,” Jake moans, gently pumping his softening cock. “You’re so damn tight.”

“She really is,” Noah chokes, the vein at the side of his neck bulging as he stills with the last of his release. “Fuck, this pussy is perfect.”

“I’m glad you got her warmed up for me,” a fourth unfamiliar voice speaks out. “If it’s as good as you say, it’ll be twice as nice now that she’s come.”

A whimper tumbles from my lips as I’m placed on the bed, my body spent yet rejoicing in the idea of being filled once more. Now that the drink from earlier has set in, all I want is to feel that high of coming. Of falling over the edge, being lost to oblivion. To pleasure.

A man with dark hair and dark eyes steps to the foot of the bed, his smile menacing as he slides a hand up my leg, cupping my throbbing sex.

“Mmm.” He licks his lips. “You’re finally ready for me, pet.”

My eyes widen as he reaches over to the bedside table, fisting a full bottle of tequila. “Get on all fours.Now.”

Swallowing hard, I do as he says, my sex throbbing as the cold air assaults me once again.

“Pass the lube, please.” His tone is a demand despite the politeness in his voice. There’s a squelch, and the dark-haired man's hands are on me, his thumb swirling around the entrance of my asshole, coating it in the cool lubricant.

He uncorks the bottle, a manic laugh filling the air as he removes his thumb from my ass. Without a word of warning, he presses the lip of the bottle against my puckered hole, pushing the tip past the tight muscle so not a drop of alcohol is wasted.

A hiss leaves my lips as a gentle burning sensation thrums from within, but I barely feel it—too focused on the sensation of the man pushing the neck deeper and deeper inside me.

“Fuck, that’s hot, Eli,” Ivan groans, the sound of his slapping cock filling the room as he gets off to the sight. “Don’t stop.”

“That’s good,” the man—Eli—groans, stopping when the shoulder of the bottle hits my ass cheeks. “You took that so fucking well, pet.” He swirls the base of the bottle slightly, causing tears to stream down my cheeks as more of the liquid flows into me. “Gonna get you nice and drunk while I fuck your pussy.”

He grips my hips, pulling me clear off the bed so my head almost smacks into the baseboard. Blood rushes to my head as I hang upside down with nothing but the sight of Eli’s kneecaps to ground me as the room spirals out of control.

“Fuck, someone get her head!” he demands, making sure to keep the bottle upright as he positions the head of his cock against my dripping entrance. At the same time, Jake steps over to my head, pulling me up by the shoulders and holding me in place while Eli thrusts inside me.

He fucks me like a man possessed, each violent pound of his cock causing more and more poison to pour into me, drawn in by gravity and the angle with which he’s fucking me. Before long, my sight is completely blurred, and I don’t know which way is up. I have to mentally focus on breathing. The pleasure, the drugs, and the sensations are all too much for me to bear.

Eli thrusts into me once more, holding his hips against me as he finds his release. While he’s coming, Ivan crouches beneath us, raising his lips to my clit and applying a powerful suction. And I follow Eli into oblivion.

I scream as my orgasm tears through me, sparks flying behind my eyes as Ivan drags his teeth against the bundle of nerves. Eli groans as my walls convulse around him, drawing out his pleasure and causing him to start thrusting anew.

When his softening cock finally slips out, Ivan presses his mouth to my sex, gorging himself on the juices flowing from my pussy. He laps me clean, pulling back with hooded eyes and a smile filled with euphoria.

“You taste marvelous, doll.” Ivan takes his glistening lip between his teeth. “Always so much better when it’s mixed with other men’s cum.”

Ivan gently pulls the bottle from my ass, and I squeeze my eyes against the uncomfortable sensation. He tosses it onto the floor, causing the remainder of the liquid to flood into the carpet. It was mostly full, but the amount that made its way into me still has the room spinning.

Ivan cups my cheek, and I try to smile but find I don’t have the energy. Sensing this, he pulls me into his arms. He carries me to the bed, depositing my limp form gently beneath the crimson sheets. After placing a kiss on the center of my chest, Ivan turns to the four men with a severe expression.

“Time to go.”

There’s not so much as a sound of dispute, just the mumble of thanks and the rustle of clothes being pulled back on.

Once the door closes, Ivan climbs into bed with me, his bright smile blurred as the toxins course through my veins. He pulls me onto his chest, his fingers lightly running across my shoulder before sliding down my side to my hip. He makes endless little circles in the space where the bone dips into the flesh of my ass, his eyes fixed on that very spot.

“I love this little tattoo.” Despite his words, a frown creases the space between his brows. “Won’t you tell me what it means?”

It’s my turn to frown. I shift upward like I mean to press my lips to his cheek, but in actuality, I’m moving his fingers from that part of my body. “You already know what it means.”

“You like birds? No, Seraphina. You are much too complex for so simple an answer.”

“Not everything I do has to be for a reason, Ivan.”

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