Page 217 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

It was confusing.

“What should we do?” My question turned into a gasp as the two men kneeling before me leaned forward and started kissing my abs.

I smiled. My pain neurons were muted enough that I found their kisses almost enjoyable.

Enjoyable was probably too strong of a word. It didn’t hurt.

A win.

The ugly dude standing in front of me shuffled to the side so he could press his lips against mine.

I grinned under his lips.

Yep, I was kissing three men at the same time.

Iconic and inspiring.

A tongue pressed through my lips, and it was kind of slimy.

I wrinkled my nose.

Lips pressed harder against my impressive abs, and hands trailed up and down my sweatpants. Someone’s fingers danced across my waist, then pushed under the fabric so two hands were gripping my ass.

Midkiss he groaned into my mouth. “You’re not wearing underwear.” His breath was kind of spicy, and I didn’t like the taste.

I winced as he grabbed my butt like he was trying to bruise it.

Hands crept higher up my inner thighs.

A lot was happening.

Bodies danced inches away from us, but we were mostly hidden by the shadows of the wall.

I debated calling a stop to this little ménage à quatre, but the bubbles were still dancing in my head.

Everything spun.

Hazy. Delightful. Fun.

Nothing mattered anyway. Who cared if three random, ugly men touched all over my body?

Not me.

It was kind of pleasant.

Yes, my quality of life was so shitty that “pleasant” was an immense improvement.

If only Mother could see me now, she’d be furious.

I kissed back harder.

Just to spite her.

Hands dragged my ass forward so my front was pressed against a crotch. Six hands grabbed my butt. I shimmied my hips and smiled.

Whores be like.

Shadows danced, and my skin tingled like I was drifting through a dream.

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