Page 22 of Unholy Night

“Ooh yeah, that’s slipping in nicely.”

I couldn’t help but grind against his hand. This felt wild and dark and wrong and so fucking right all at the same time. The pressure in my ass made my pussy tingle so much that I almost blacked out when Roman and Penn each shoved a finger inside it.

Vance moaned as my juices poured out. “Mmm. Let’s fucking go.” He inched the tip of his cock into my ass, and I screamed. “Ooh, baby girl. You’re so fucking tight. Oh my god.” He slid in farther and I arched back, my legs shaking uncontrollably. Roman and Penn took turns pumping their fingers in and out of my pussy.

“Let me in, darlin’,” Vance rasped. He spread my ass cheeks apart with his calloused hands and forced his cock all the way in. It felt like I was being ripped open. My insides were on fire. A bloodcurdling scream erupted from my throat. But within seconds, I felt a pleasure deep in my core that was new to me. Sensations I could never even imagine. Why have I never done this before?

I moaned loud and deep as he rode me. “Oh, shit. Don’t stop.”

Vance growled, “Mmm, I’m not going anywhere, baby.”

He increased his speed and force as I stretched around him. And when his cum entered my ass, it made my whole body shake with pleasure so hard I collapsed onto my stomach. Roman and Penn kept their fingers in my pussy, stroking me while I rode it out, while Zander slapped my ass raw as Vance unleashed everything he had inside me.

Merry fucking Christmas indeed.

Easton

I stood at the window and watched the snow melt as the sun began to rise. A flurry of emotions took hold of me as I reflected on the past twenty-four hours—the most sinful night of my life. It was my awakening. In Roman, Zander, Penn, and Vance, I found a sexual freedom that I’d lost a long time ago. For that, I’d be forever grateful to them. But it was bittersweet. In order to give them their freedom, I had to let them go.

Roman took my clammy hands in his. “You sure you wanna do this, darlin’?”

I forced back a nervous laugh. It was the only thing I was sure of. “How could I send you all to prison when you broke me out of mine?”

Zander held out his hand and I almost doubled over laughing when I saw the half-smoked cigar. “I want you to have it. You’re one of us now.”

I took the cigar, my heart swelling with so much affection for these guys. “Thank you, Zander. I’ll make sure to savor it slowly and think of you with every puff.”

Next came Penn, who sheepishly shuffled over to me with the infamous pint of salted caramel in his hands. “You should finish this before the cops raid the place. I know it’s your favorite.”

“Thanks Penn.”

His eyes lit up. “Fuck it. Call me Pencil. It kind of turns me on.”

We all burst out laughing. Except for Vance.

He pulled me into an embrace. His breath was hot and erratic in my ear. “Come find us someday, baby girl.”

I choked back a sob that I wasn’t expecting. I’d grown attached to these brutes in such a short time. It was starting to make me physically ache at the thought of letting them walk out the door.

I threw my arms around his neck and squeezed him with all my strength. “Leave a trail of breadcrumbs for me,” I whispered back.

“The storm’s breaking which means the town will be buzzing to life soon,” Roman quipped. “We need to leave now if we don’t want to get caught.”

My stomach knotted. “He’s right. You need to go… Be safe out there.”

Vance chuckled. “Yeah we don’t want to be late for our Only Fans meeting.”

I couldn’t help but giggle at that. “Fuck, I was such a brat, wasn’t I?”

Zander ran his thumb across my lower lip. “You take care of yourself, princess.”

I nodded, fighting back the tears and emotions I wasn’t prepared to feel.

“The truck’s gassed up and ready to go, boys,” Penn rasped. He planted a soft kiss on my cheek before heading to the door.

I wanted to cry out for them. I wanted to beg them to stay. Or beg them to take me with them. But I had to stick to the plan so we could all get away. So, I just stood there and watched them leave. I tried to tell myself that they weren’t longing for me too. That it pained them just as much to leave me behind. I had to toughen up that outer shell again otherwise I’d collapse into a sniveling mess. And I definitely didn’t want to lose my dignity in the middle of the inn that murdered Christmas. I waited until they were gone for at least an hour before I picked up the front desk phone and dialed 911.

This was worse than I’d imagined. Where did all these people come from?

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