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He only pulls his cock from me when my last spasm echoes inside me, and then, before I can take my next breath, Callen fills the space between my thighs. I can’t not see my blood on Deacon’s cock, and a brutal, humiliating heat settles in my cheeks.

I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. Instead of trying to squirm away from Callen, I move toward him. What is wrong with me? Why can't I think properly?

I’m quivering so much that Callen takes my free hand and slips it into his shirt which he unbuttoned, until my palm rests on his chest. His strong, steady heartbeat immediately warms me up and makes me wetter, and I can’t explain any of it.

“Eyes on me, Livia,” he says softly as he guides his cock into me. I stare into the darkness of his irises, and I find myself drowning in a pool of mayhem.

But then I feel the head of his cock at my entrance. My body remembers the burn of being stretched to the fullest. I try to close my legs, but Callen doesn’t let me.

He penetrates me, and it’s like having my virginity taken again. My hand fists against his naked chest. A deep howl falls from my lips, and my back arches deeply. I have to stop him. I can’t do this again.

Callen pulls his cock from me, just a little, and then I feel his finger stroke my clit. My mind explodes, and goosebumps sprout from my skin.

My eyes close as he continues to stroke me, but he demands I keep them open again. He pushes his cock in a little more, sliding his thumb over my clit with stronger, firmer motions. I feel that butterfly feeling low in my stomach. My breasts become heavy again and it adds to my agitation.

Callen leans down and captures one of my nipples in his mouth. I flood his mouth, and I’m humiliated that I’ve become this person with no control over her body.

He pushes the final length of his cock inside me and reaches the same depth that Deacon had before. He presses harder on my clit and sucks deeper from my breast.

My body surrenders without a fight as an untamed climax rushes through me, and I get to that ominous, wondrous point where I feel my walls flutter against the incredible fullness and thickness of Callen’s cock.

God help me; I can’t describe that feeling. But I know it’s wrong. I try to make my body stop. I use all my power to push him away, but that only makes Callen start all over again on my clit.

Defeated, I come for him again, and only then does he withdraw his cock from me, stained with specks of my virgin blood.

Mason takes his place, but I’m still rattled from my last orgasm and my pussy is still vibrating right down to the core inside me. Whatever fight I have within me is feeble and fading.

Mason doesn’t penetrate me immediately. He uses the head of his cock against my sensitive clit, stroking me while he drinks from both my breasts. I’m so full of milk that it leaks out of his mouth and drizzles down my breasts, but Mason just sucks it up and swallows it.

More wetness seeps from the folds of my pussy and I become desperate. I raise my hips, shamelessly trying to pull him into me until he finally thrusts the whole thick length of his enormous cock inside me.

I bite my lip, feeling the stretch all over again as he pushes in deeper. I can’t help the whimpering sob that passes my lips as he anchors his shaft to me, right there inside me, where I feel as if I’m going to be ripped apart because they’re too big and I’m too small.

Right there where my body, my mind, and my soul collide, and I don’t know who I’ve become.

Mason pulls his cock from me, and the walls of my pussy pull taut as if I want to keep him inside me. He chuckles, and I burn with embarrassment until he thrusts back inside me, and I lose my breathing rhythm.

He does it again. Then again. And each time, he stokes the dark desperation inside me until it turns into an inferno of need. I hate myself, and I weakly try to shift away, but I’m pinned under his body, and one of my hands is still cuffed to the side of the bed, and Mason only starts taking me quicker and harder, driving the bulky weight of his cock inside me only to pull himself out and leave me tethered to madness.

“Please, don’t,” I sob. I can’t come again. I can’t come on his cock the way I did for Deacon and Callen. But I do because Mason growls at me, and he shows me what he can make me do in one blinding tsunami wave.

I come so hard that tears drip down from the side of my face. I quiver shamelessly, and Mason catches every contraction of the walls of my pussy on his cock.

Oh, dear god. What have they done to me?

Chapter Sixteen

Livia

I have to escape.

But my body is immediately overcome with exhaustion. Even my brain stops thinking. I’m vaguely aware of being uncuffed from the metal restraint, water brought to my lips, a soft cloth pressed against my throbbing pussy, and a blanket wrapped around my body before I’m carried away. I try to fight them off, but my attempts are feeble, and I’m a delirious mess.

I close my eyes for a second, and when I open them, I’m in a car, being held by strong arms. I close my eyes again and I wake up in a bed in a strange room.

I jump to my feet, then bend over as my body aches. The tenderness in my pussy makes me want to sit down again, but I force myself to remain standing. I’m flooded with images of having my virginity taken, and I relive the moments of being stretched to fit their impossibly large cocks, which explains why I’m so sore there.

I look down to find my breasts have leaked a little, but I also see I’m wearing a men’s white t-shirt. It’s so big, it hangs on me like a dress.

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