Page 27 of Ghosts of Halloween

His chest shakes against my back, and then he presses me closer and kisses my temple while I watch Butcher’s cock moving in and out of Strangler’s ass. Both of them pant, their bodies slick with sweat. While Butcher left his shirt on, his ass is bare, and Strangler is completely undressed.

I squint at his tattoos. Now that I see him in all his glory, all those muscles, tanned skin, and wiry hair, he reminds me of someone.

The name’s on the tip of my tongue when Groomer covers my eyes with his hand, turning my head so sharply, my neck hurts, and kisses me with a growl.

He seems desperate, biting my lower lip, forcing his tongue in my mouth. It feels like a claim, and I give in with a sigh, all thoughts fleeing. There’s only me, him, and the far off panting and slap of flesh from the two men.

“You have no idea how perfect you are,” he says in my ear after releasing me, my eyes back on Strangler and Butcher. “I can’t help it. I need you so much.”

He pulls back and thrusts into me so hard, a sweet ache throbs in my belly. I cry out, half from pain, half from bliss. And then he fucks me fast until I howl, unmoored and fighting for balance. His hands grip my hips hard, and with every thrust, he pushes me.

I wish I could hold onto something. But my hands are still tied, and I swing with his every thrust, the harness absorbing the movement.

“That’s a good fucking girl,” he grits out, voice rough. “So good for me. Squeeze me tight with this pretty cunt of yours, Harlow. Squeeze me good.”

Sparks course across my skin and explode in my lower belly. He fucks me bare, and it’s so much better. He’s inside me, skin sliding against skin and steel, andI cry out, riding that wave until I crest it, squeezing him tight just as he said when I come.

“Fuck!”

Groomer fucks me harder, faster, and then stills, his cock pulsing deep inside me.

We both breathe hard, my body throbbing, when Butcher grabs Strangler’s cock around his hip and jerks him off, fucking him hard. Strangler comes on the floor with a low moan, and Butcher fucks him fast, groaning until he, too, finishes, his body jerking.

For a moment, there’s nothing, just the four of us breathing hard in the orgasmic afterglow. The world seems to spin. My head is full of clouds, my body weak and shaky. I try to stand, but my legs don’t seem to work.

My body's a fucking noodle, and something about it feels wrong. I’m too relaxed. Too loose.

Out of control.

“Fuck, princess,” Groomer says. “I think I’m ready to go again.”

I cringe because I'm not. Actually… I don't know what I want. Only that somewhere inside me, euphoria rapidly gives way to discomfort.

For one, everything hurts. Muscles I didn't even know I had tremble and tense. But also… Something else seems to be happening in my head. Slowly, my thoughts swirl and dance until they coalesce into something akin to panic.

I fucked up.

I shift uncomfortably, my pretty dress suddenly chafing, the cock still inside me no longer pleasant, but violating.

As I come down from the high, more and more alarm bells ring in my head.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I just broke my number one rule and had sex without protection. With my Oxy gone and plans derailed, this suddenly seems like a much bigger deal than it was just moments before.

How did this happen?I think frantically, trying to understand.

Because this isn’t me, it’s not what I do.

I never make these mistakes. Other girls do, but me?

I am always the responsible one. Cool headed when it comes to sex. Calmly putting a condom on every guy I am about to fuck. I even carry my own. Always prepared.

But today…

I got carried away. Exactly like those other girls who forget because they are all hot and bothered. Today, I was, too.

And yes, it is all fun and good to pretend there are no consequences. How did I justify it to myself just now?

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