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Jax tipped his head back and roared as he filled Cobra.

Ascher bit my neck as he came in my ass.

Xerxes’s cum filled my womb as his fingers dug into my hips.

I barely noticed when the men pulled themselves painfully slowly out of me, hot liquid filling my orifices.

I didn’t hear the loving words Cobra said as he wiped at the sticky cum that coated my face.

Didn’t know what Jax said when he whispered softly in my ear.

The lights turned on above us, and the announcer said something.

I stumbled on shaky legs off the platform.

The men’s faces were contorted in concern, but I was too overwhelmed to care. Panic made my head spin, and with each step, my body ached, reminding me of what had just happened.

Pushing through the flailing limbs, naked flesh, and leather, I sprinted down the stairs toward the glowing signs of the restrooms.

When I was finally inside, I threw myself into a stall and shut the door.

Face pressed against the cold door, I struggled to orient myself.

The hard truth of what had happened was unavoidable.

Not the act itself, but how I’d felt during it, the overwhelming feeling that had clogged my throat and burned my brain.

I’d just been used.

Fucked by four men in front of thousands of people.

Eyes closed, I slammed my head against the stall, relishing the pain that sent stars shooting before my eyes.

I was well and truly screwed.

Because I’d loved every second.

And, somehow, it had felt like the sweetest declaration of love.

Chapter 39

Sadie

VIOLENCE SPILLS OVER

After banging my head against the bathroom door like a lunatic, I finally calmed down enough to recognize what was happening.

I’d made the transition from prude to slut, and I was struggling with the lifestyle change.

Breathing deeply, I pressed my cheeks against the cold stall and calmed my heart.

I might be dumb, but I wasn’t a dumb bitch.

“It’s just a dick. It’s not that deep,” I whispered to myself as I dry-heaved into the toilet, farted out a concerning amount of white substance, slapped my face, then spread my arms and legs wide for confidence.

My panic attack waned, and I was able to see my new slutty reality for what it was: a blessing.

“They’re basically your bitches. You aren’t their bitch,” I whispered while shadowboxing against an invisible opponent.

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