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The sensations are too much for someone as inexperienced as I am. My body sways and writhes while I try to both escape their mouths but also press myself harder against them.

I lose my pride, my head, and everything to them when an orgasm sparks in the deepest, most intimate part of my body and breaks through all my barriers. I come in Deacon’s mouth while I fill Callen’s and Mason’s mouths with my milk. I see stars, and each one is riddled with sublime wonder, confusion, guilt, and hate.

I can’t be me. I must be someone else. I’m not like this. And I can’t make myself stop. I’m weak. Weakened.

Deacon lifts himself from between my legs and immediately engulfs the nipple that Callen deserted into his mouth. He uses his hand to squeeze my breast at the same time that I feel Callen’s fingers stroking the wet seam of my pulsing pussy.

I can’t help it and shudder, quaking as another orgasm rakes through.

“Please,” I whisper, not sure what I want.

Deacon releases my nipple, and it’s only when I feel a deluge of liquid drizzle over my already heated flesh that I know he filled his mouth with my milk and bathed my pussy in it.

Mason deserts me too, and I whimper uncharacteristically at the loss of both his and Callen’s touch. But the sound of Deacon unbuckling and unzipping his pants causes the walls around me to quake.

Deacon presses his cock against my inner thigh. I jerk at the cuff on my wrist, petrified now. The hotness and the absolutely tremendous size of his cock on my flesh stuns me.

I try to squirm away, but I’m no match for him. Using one hand, he guides his shaft to the entrance of my pussy. My body tenses up and goes rigid. My pussy contracts as if I can deter his entry into me.

“This is where we take your virginity. Here in this cottage. And this is where you will stain your husbands’ cocks with your sweet, innocent blood. This is where you will be marked as ours. Forever.”

Chapter Fifteen

Livia

This is where you will be marked as ours. Forever.

I reel from the finality in Deacon's voice while my father’s words echo in my head when he told me I owed him nothing more than the courtesy of remaining a virgin until I marry Kirill Yenin. A man I had never met before and whom my father desperately wanted as his business partner. If I do this, I’ll my mom’s house and maybe my father will love me.

I have to beg Deacon to stop. But the sound of my voice is silenced by my body as he parts my folds with the enormous head of his shaft before he drives his cock into me in one solid, slow, but firm thrust.

I’m too shocked to comprehend that this is happening to me right now. A delayed scream, hoarse and filled with astonishment, finally escapes my lips. My body roars in wonder at the mammoth intrusion of Deacon’s cock inside my unused body, while my mind just melts.

“Fuck.” Deacon’s breath whispers against my cheek as he pushes in deeper, breaking through the unbearable tightness of my body, opening me up to take him and destroying my innocence as if it belonged to him.

My pussy still pulses from my previous orgasm, and I’m stunned at once at the sensation of my walls contracting against the hardness of his cock inside me. For a moment, that strange, searing thrill makes me forget the undeniable pain riveting through me.

He took my virginity.

Oh god.

I try to twist away from him, using all my strength, but I am nothing compared to him. Deacon Walsh just pulls me closer and buries his cock deeper inside me. So deep, I can feel him running in my blood, taking what was not his.

And I can't bear the agony of being stretched any more.

With only one free hand, I’m defenseless to push him away, so I do the direct opposite. I cling to him, sobbing against him as he makes me bleed for him.

But it’s not enough for him. He gathers me fully into his arms and fills my pussy up with the rest of his cock. I can no longer tell the difference between disbelief, amazement, pain, and fear.

All I feel is my body being stretched and my walls parted, as a man I don’t know takes my innocence, but I'm also so fantastically and incredibly aware that two other men are going to do the same thing to me.

I struggle to breathe the same way I struggle to keep his cock inside me.

“Breathe,” Deacon commands as he drags his thickness out of my pussy as if he were giving me a reprieve. But even that motion is dark and humiliating, as the sound of my wetness echoes around the room. He sinks into me again, then holds himself there as he sips from my wet breasts.

Except he doesn’t just sip from me. He sucks on me, and he nibbles on me hard enough that I start crying as I writhe beneath him. But every movement I make reminds me of his cock inside me.

And with every movement, my pussy gets wetter around him until I can’t take it anymore, and a climax builds around his thickness inside me, and I shatter to pieces beneath him, so mortified I want to die a thousand deaths.

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