Page 23 of Off the Rails

“Mmm.” Her eyes rolled back as she tasted my pussy. “Fucking delicious.”

I whimpered while watching her. She was fucking gorgeous, her defined face and stunning eyes drawing me in, even after she completely ruined me.

Which made all of this more confusing.

Why was someone so stunning hunting terrified women around an abandoned amusement park?

There was one obvious answer: they did it for the thrill.

But heavy footsteps forced my eyes up. Behind Blade’s broad shoulders, Nash and Cyrus were running up on us.

“Goddamnit.” Nash growled her disappointment as she came to a stop. Her eyes scanned over my body, denim shorts on the ground, sweat drenching my face. “Why wouldn’t you share?”

Even Cyrus’s chest heaved. Anger, excitement, disappointment? With her mask still covering her face, I couldn’t tell what. But I had a feeling it just might be all three.

Blade helped me down, slipping my shorts back on as she passed her tongue over my exposed legs. “Jealous much? Catch her if you want a taste.”

That’s when I remembered that I’d lost. And I’d be stuck with these feral freaks until I could escape their wicked game.

14

BLADE

One night wasn't enough.

One night with her was worth a million with the others. But I still felt the craving deep in my bones.

She looked so pretty hanging off of me like that.

I’d do anything for just another taste.

And from the looks on Nash and Cyrus's faces, I knew that they wanted a piece of her too.

I found her first, and I had claimed her… even if it was just for tonight.

Standing there, the smell of her cunt in the air, I knew I could have taken more of her. Dawn wasn't for another couple hours or so. She was mine until the light rose above the mountains.

But looking at my little Trinket, I knew that she couldn't take much more — taking even one of the Twins was already so much. Her eyes were heavy, and she could barely stand upright.

She was stubborn too, though: crossing her arms, trying to play off the exhaustion as disinterest in front of our new guests.

Smirking, I couldn't help but be proud of the damage I had done to her.

It was nothing compared to what I would do if I caught her again. If this had exhausted her, a night on the ropes would damn near break her.

All I could think about was the slick puddle between her legs.

I bet she can still feel it in her panties.

Looking at Cyrus, Nash shrugged and rolled her eyes. “If you're not going to share, then let's get our Sweet Lamb back to the house.”

For a moment, I thought about taking her again, pushing her past her limits and seeing how far I could make her crumble. Especially if I could make the others watch.

But instead, I held out my hand for my sweet little captive to hold. I wasn't one to abandon my toys when I'd finished playing.

Fiery despite her exhaustion, my Trinket pushed past me. “You don’t need to touch me to show me where I’m sleeping this off.”

Cyrus towered over her for a moment, looking down at her sweaty body. There was a hunger in her eyes that I hadn't seen in years, if ever.