Page 56 of The Reaper's Vice

I stumble forward as Ivan shoves at my back, unwittingly heading right for the man in the plague mask. My chest clenches as I plop down next to him in the booth, unable to hear anything over the violent thrum of my pulse.

The only thing that gives me any semblance of peace is this man’s scent—unlike the man from the woods, this one smells of soap—pleasant floral notes that waft up my nose, easing the pressure in my chest.

Of course this isn’t the same man. I’m just being paranoid because I saw Dr. Kebler tonight… that’s all.

The man in the plague mask reaches over, resting a gloved hand high on my thigh. My body pulses with desire as his fingertips ghost higher up my leg, digging into the flesh just south of my pussy.

“What’s your name?” I flutter my lashes seductively as I lean in, breathing in his scent once more just to make sure. The man doesn’t answer, but an animalistic sound shudders from behind the thick leather that has the hair on my neck rising.

“Is someone taking a liking to Anwir?” Ivan squeezes in on my other side, forcing me to press the entire right side of my body against the masked stranger. My chest heats from the contact, especially when he uses the newfound closeness to press his fingertips against my clit, but I don’t have time to enjoy it as Ivan speaks again.

“You probably remember Noah.” Ivan gestures to the man in the werewolf mask. “I invited Eli, Jake, and Oliver as well, but they never responded to my texts. You might have been too much of a woman for them.” He grins at me like he made the funniest joke of the week, nudging my shoulder. “Don’t worry—these fine men won’t disappoint me. Will you?” He turns to the five men at the booth, and they all shake their heads in unison—all but the one in the plague mask.

Ivan doesn’t seem to notice. “Excellent! Are we all ready to head back?”

A murmur of ascent makes its way around the booth, and one by one the men sidle toward the red door at the back of the club. Ivan exits, allowing me to exit the other side. He’s halfway to the door when Anwir snaps out, gripping my arm and hauling me back onto his lap.

My mouth pops in protest, but I don’t get a word out before he leans in, his voice low and menacing and stripping my air away. “Areyouready, Seraphina?”

I swallow hard, clenching my thighs together as my arousal soaks clean through my thong. Forcing a smile I don’t feel, I pull my shoulders back and stare straight into those glowing red orbs. “Of course I’m ready. Come on—let me make you feel good.”

His grip tightens painfully as I utter the words, but ultimately, he lets go, allowing me to stand from the booth at last. Without waiting, I hurry toward past the blood red door, sensing the plague doctors gaze on my back the whole way.

By the time I make it to the room at the end of the hallway, Ivan and the rest of the men are in various states of disrobe. I fix a sultry smile on my face as I climb onto the mattress, wiggling out of my tiny leather skirt once I make it to the head.

Ivan pulls on a golden ram mask as Noah crawls to me on all fours, loosing a loud wolf-like howl and dipping his ‘snout’ to my pussy. He snaps a hand out, ripping my bright red thong from my body in a single movement, only to place the shredded material to his nose and take another deep inhale.

“You smell so sweet,” Noah groans, throwing the thong to the side and reaching for my pussy. He dips two fingers inside, thrusting gently and coating his hand in my arousal. I arch my head back, staring up at the ceiling as my blood heats, and I’m lost to that deep cavern ofwantthat’s always lurking in the back of my mind.

The clown and the scream mask join Noah on the bed, their cocks free and straining toward me. The clown grabs me by the hair and tugs me to the edge of the bed, the scream mask letting loose a loud cackle at my squeals of pain. He lays me flat on my back, making sure my head is hanging upside down over the edge of the mattress.

“Be a good little slut and suck my cock.” The clown pushes the head of his dick past my lips. Salty pre-cum coats my tastebuds as I drag my tongue over the tip, eliciting a deep moan from the man in the clown mask. His hips jerk, shoving the length of his cock to the back of my throat as Noah returns to the place between my thighs. Tears fill my eyes as clown mask fucks my throat, each vicious thrust of his cock battering the back of my throat and making me choke.

While Noah lines up his cock with my pussy, scream mask straddles my stomach, laying his thick cock in the dip of my cleavage with a dark chuckle. He lifts the front of my push-up bra enough to slip his cock under the wire, nestling the steely length between my breasts.

“Oh fuck yes.” He thrusts his hips so his cock slides up to my chin. “Fuck, your tits are perfect.”

My body jerks as Noah slams his cock inside me, filling me past the point of comfort and causing my tears to stream down my face. I truly feel like nothing more than a fuck doll as the three men take me in different way, using my body for nothing but their pleasure. Euphoria crests in my veins as Noah reaches down to my clit, and before long, I feel myself nearing the edge.

The door creaks open, stealing my attention for a moment—long enough to break my focus and chase my orgasm away. Anwir stands in the doorway, the glowing red orbs of his plague mask menacing and alluring all at once.

I’m so lost to the things the three men are doing to my body, I fail to notice the long silver dagger clenched in his palm. What Idonotice, is when he appears behind the clown—when he drags the blade across his throat.

Thick, hot, red liquid spatters across my face and chest at the same moment as malicious laughter breaks the air. His stiff cock pops from my mouth as the clown slumps to the floor, horrible wet gagging noises sputtering from the gash in his throat.

Before I can push the second man off my chest, “Anwir” sinks the same blade into Scream masks chest. A gloved hand covers my mouth as I try to scream, and I watch helplessly as he stabs him with the blade over and over and over. The Scream mask slumps to the side, a dark color billowing from the stab wounds, staining the mattress blood red.

Noah’s cock slips from me with a garbled cry of shock, and he stumbles backward until he hits the wall. His mouth opens to speak, and the man in the plague mask launches his blade across the room. The blade sails past the gap in his teeth, slicing through the back of his through and pinning his head to the wall with a massivethud.

Terrified tears spring from my eyes, as I fight against the hand covering my mouth, holding me to the bed.If only I could get to my dagger…

Faster than I can blink, the man grabs my wrists, pinning them together above my head. He yanks a zip tie from his pocket, loops it around my hands and pulls the tail as tight as it will go. Satisfied, he rests his palm over my throat, and I close my eyes, waiting for him to squeeze, to take my life as he had the other three.

But then he’s gone.

My eyes spring open, a wave of relief crashing over me when I see Ivan has the killer in a headlock. The plague mask doesn’t seem to be fighting—in fact, it’s the opposite—he’s just standing motionless, letting Ivan wail on him while he fixes those glowing red orbs on me.

I’m not entirely sure what happens next is real.

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