Page 90 of Disharmony

“Do you really mean that?” Ripper asks incredulously. “You don’t want to see who we are?”

I level my stare at him and don’t break eye contact. “I already know who you are. I hear it through your music. I feel it in your lyrics. Seeing your faces won’t change that.”

Ripper comes and brushes a strand of hair behind my ear, never taking his eyes off me. No one has looked at me with such a sizzling intensity before.

“You’re beautiful, Ash,” Ripper purrs as I turn to face him, pressing my back into Venom. Ripper strokes my scars, like I did with Venom’s, making me sway from the ticklish sensitivity. “And you’re beautifully broken, just like us.”

I’ve been calledhot for a goth chickbefore, but beautiful? Never. Brick’s expression turned to horror when he saw my cuts for the first time. He noticed them by accident after blood soaked through my clothes. I’ll never forget how he looked at me like there was something wrong with me, like I was broken… but Ripper makes being broken sound different. He doesn’t see me as a freak.

My gaze drifts to the decorations hung up around Buggy, and a crazy idea strikes me.

“There’s just one thing I have left to do now,” I say, slipping out of Ripper and Venom’s reach.

I select a mask of my own from the wall. I decide on one which looks like it belongs at a creepy masquerade ball. It covers my eyes and has luscious feathers that look like they’ve been dipped in oil and glimmer when they catch the light.

I stretch on my tiptoes to grab it, aware of the guys’ view of my ass. When I retrieve it, I fasten the ribbon at the back of my head to secure it to my face. I turn to face them again. With the mask on, the world seems different. Instead of making me feel like I’m hiding, it has the opposite effect. In a mask, I’m not Video Girl anymore… I’m powerful, more confident, and want to shed all inhibitions to unleash the real me.

“What?” I cock my head to the side teasingly. “You all have masks, don’t you? It’s only fair.”

“It suits you,” Zed remarks. “Now, you’re one of us.”

“Ash…” Ripper’s tone sounds pained.

He walks toward me. His strong hand weaves through my hair, but I’m the one wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling his lips to mine. I break off breathlessly to carefully take the skull necklace off and place it aside. Without it providing a barrier, I get closer, pressing my breasts against his hard muscles.

Another figure creeps up behind me. The cool metal of Venom’s armor brushes against the back of my thighs. The change in temperature makes my breathing hitch up a notch as I let out a small moan. Venom slips his hands around my waist and slides them up my sides. His fingers reach the bottom of my crop top and pause.

“Ash?” Venom’s tone is questioning.

I moan into Ripper’s mouth in reply and break off from the kiss to give Venom the space to pull my top over my head, exposing my black bra and leaving the inverted crucifix nestled in my cleavage. I don’t have big breasts, less than a handful, but Ripper’s pupils dilate as he looks down and whispers, “Fuck, Ash. You’re perfect.”

I yank him toward me with an urgency and sink my teeth into his bottom lip, feeling the tip of his erection rub against my belly. All my self-consciousness disappears as I lock his lip between my teeth and suck on it gently to tease a groan out of him.

At the same time, Venom’s calloused hands run over my waist. He follows the curve of my body down to cup my ass in his giant palms. It tickles as he runs his fingers down the crease where my ass meets my thighs then gives my cheeks a squeeze. I push my ass back into him in encouragement, begging for more. The heat between my legs craves to be touched, but the guys are taking it slow, appreciating every inch of me.

Venom’s talented fingers unclip my bra. The straps fall down my arms, and I toss it in Zed’s direction.

“Fuck,” Zed says, drinking my body in with an intense look.

He storms over to join us, shouldering Ripper out of the way to break apart our kiss. A flash of anger distorts Ripper’s features, but he steps aside, leaving me to stare Zed down with another moody pout. He likes confrontation. It’s what challenges him.

“Are you always such an ass?” I demand.

“Only when I see something I want,” Zed replies.

He doesn’t remove his mask to kiss me again, but his red eyes trail down my body. He strokes my cheek with one hand, then moves the other to my peaked nipple and catches it between his thumb and forefinger. He rolls it between them, the pressured pinch makes me moan as Venom sweeps my hair to one side to leave gentle kisses over my shoulder and neck. The heat of their bodies leaves me nowhere to escape, and I’m encased between them.

Zed continues kneading the soft skin of my breasts before his hand slides further down, passing my silver diamante belly bar shaped like a snake. His fingers play with the lacey edge of my panties, running along the waistband and slipping inside to brush against my skin. I push my hips against him, urging him to explore, but he ignores my hints. Instead, he slips the tops of his fingers out.

I’m about to explode from sexual frustration and gasp when his fingers slide down over the front of the wet fabric. He circles my clit, making my knees shake, then slides his finger over my lips. I open my mouth to speak, but Zed forces three fingers into it to muffle me. My eyes widen in surprise, but I don’t mind it as I start sucking his fingers. If he’s gonna drive me mad with teasing strokes, maybe he needs to be reminded of what he’s missing out on.

“You’re so wet,” Zed compliments as my wetness seeps through my panties and covers his hands.

Ripper is still standing at Zed’s side and decides he’s been out of the action for too long.

“It’s my turn,” Ripper growls possessively. He shoves Zed out of the way and kisses me with the force of a speeding truck, making up for any lost time like he’s claiming me as his own. My hands slide under his jumper, feeling defined abs and tracing my hands over his taut muscles.

As I do, Venom slides his hand between my legs from behind, and I gasp. I crave his touch, but he isn’t teasing like Zed. Venom pushes my panties to the side and his rough fingers circle my wetness, before sliding inside me.

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