Page 57 of Breaking Boston

I get at the end of the bed and grab her hips, pulling her down so she's lined up with my cock. "Merry Christmas, indeed," I growl, sliding into her cold, wet cunt in a single thrust that pushes her toward the headboard. Instead of Donovan sliding into her ass, he stands at the edge of the bed and turns Boston's head, easing his cock into her mouth...withoutthe fruit roll-up this time.

Boston's eyes widen in surprise, but she eagerly takes him in, her lips wrapping around his length as she moans around him. I move in a steady rhythm, my cock gliding in and out of her slick warmth, the icy residue from the melted cubesadding a delicious sensation to every thrust. With each brush of my fingers against her swollen clit, she moans and sucks harder on Donovan's cock. Together, we bring her to the edge of ecstasy, the combined sensations of cold and heat overwhelming her senses until she arches and shudders, crying out around Donovan as she reaches her peak, gripping and soaking my dick.

Donovan and I come together, but he fills her mouth.

"Don't swallow," he orders, sliding out of her mouth and capturing her lips, sucking his cum out of her mouth.

I pull out of her pussy and aim for her throat, spilling my cum all over her glimmering skin, giving her another pearl necklace that she wears proudly. Donovan climbs between her legs and lowers his head, putting his mouth against her pussy. As he looks at her, he spits his cum into her tight hole, watching her eyes light up in surprise. Taking his fingers, he curls them under her ass, catching his cum as it drips back out of her pussy. He then brings his fingers to her mouth and pushes them inside for her to clean off.

"Good girl. Suck our cum off my fingers. Make them fucking shine, baby," he growls as her tongue twirls around his fingers and her cheeks hollow out from sucking them clean.

When he pulls them out, I scoop my cum from around her neck and paint her tits with it, using the remnants on my fingers to coat her lips to make them shine for me.

As she collapses back onto the bed, spent and breathless, I join Donovan at her side. We take turns kissing her, tasting the mingled flavors of her and our cum on her lips. She smiles lazily, thoroughly satisfied, as we admire the glistening trails of melted ice and cum on her skin. With our bodies entwined, we revel in the warmth of the bedroom and the passion we've shared, knowing that this Christmas surprise will be a memory we'll cherish for a long time tocome.

“Merry Christmas, pretty girl.”

TWENTY-SEVEN

THE LAST SHOT

BOSTON

Mixing up a shot, I put the last of the heroin in the spoon and toss the baggie into the trash. I take my time with the process, knowing this is going to be the last shot I ever do. My heart thunders like a fucking bass drum, threatening to burst through my chest from the force. My hands are sweaty. My anxiety is through the roof. Everything is worse than usual. But I'll get through it, like I always do.

I find a vein with no issues, seeing the red flush right away. Breathing deeply, I smile and push the plunger slowly, watching the heroin flood into my veins for the last time. I break the tip and drop the syringe into the trash, saying goodbye to the closest friend I've ever had. Heroin had been with me through everything. It mended my broken heart. It took away my pain. It was my lifeline for so fucking long.

But it's time to say goodbye, old friend. Thanks for the memories, even if they weren't so great.

I push the emotions aside and step onto the balcony, a cold gust of wind slapping me across the face. I relish it, smiling as I sit down in my usual seat and kick my feet up on the railing.

The police still have no leads on the three murders I committed; they figured since they were nothing but scum, theyweren't so worried about finding the killer. I've been watching the news like a hawk, but each day coverage dies down a little more, making the events just a distant memory in the back of my mind.

But I'll never forget. I don't want to. I want to remember every fucking detail, the look on their faces when they took their last breath. The details don't haunt me, it's more so knowing there's still so much out there that I don't know.

Like who killed my parents...

Deep down, I know who killed them, but I think they're too afraid of how I'll react if they were to tell me.

Some secrets are worth staying buried, and this is one of them. I don't need to know everything. I know what matters, and that's enough for me.

Sitting on the balcony smoking a cigarette, the sun shines for the first time in weeks, melting the snow blanketing the city. A chilly breeze whips through, making me shiver, but I've never felt more comfortable.

The warmth of the sun on my face feels like a sign of hope, a reminder that life goes on despite the darkness that lingers within me. I take another drag of my cigarette, exhaling slowly and allowing my thoughts to drift.

As the snow continues to melt, revealing the pavement and the greenery underneath, I can't help but feel a sense of renewal within me. It's as if a weight has been lifted off my shoulders, and I find myself slowly letting go of the need to seek out the truth about everything. Maybe some secrets are better left buried, locked away to never be spoken of again.

Hearing the guys enter the apartment from behind me, I stub out my cigarette and stand up, ready to embrace whatever comes next. I walk inside, a smile on my face as I walk into Lux's open arms. He kisses the top of my head and tightens his hold on meas Donovan hugs me from behind, sandwiching me in between them.

"Are you ready, pretty girl?" Lux asks, a gleam in his eyes that I haven't seen before. Nerves consume me and my anxiety starts to bubble up inside of me, but I know this is the right decision.

"Yeah, I'm ready. Are you?" I ask, looking between both of them with a nervous smile. They both nod, a smile on their face as we stay entwined in each other's arms.

"As ready as I'll ever be," Donovan says calmly, a nervous look flickering in his green eyes.

"Yeah," Lux sighs. "I think this is what all three of us need. And I think when we get out we'll be stronger than ever." He smiles, trying to assure me that we're doing the right thing.

Right after Christmas, the three of us decided to check ourselves into rehab, hoping to break the cycle of addiction and clean ourselves up. Although it's scary, especially having to leave each other, it's the next step in our lives that we have to take if we want to survive. We know addiction only leads to jail, institutions, or death, and none of those are what we see for our futures. I don't know what the future holds, but I know that we'll be together no matter what.

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