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With a growl, he wrapped his hand around my throat—the hand that saidyour throat here—and shoved me back against the counter. He took my mouth in a dirty kiss that robbed me of my breath and stole every single one of my senses. Moaning, I opened my mouth beneath his assault, letting him take whatever he needed from me.

His free hand made quick work of my jeans, and he shoved them down with my briefs before spinning me around to face the counter. I gripped the edge, grunting when he roughly dragged my hips back so I was bent at a ninety-degree angle. Something cold and oily slid over my hole, and then, Zeppelin was shoving his cock into me with no prep.

I choked on my next breath, the pain making my vision go white. But then, Zeppelin tightened his hand around my neck, and I was fuckinggone. Lost in him. Lost in his cock slamming out of me, nudging against my prostate with every deep stroke.

“Fuck. Yes. God, right there,” I moaned, my back bent at an awkward angle as he pulled more on my neck like he wanted to break me in half. “Fuck, Zep. So good. So, so, so fucking good.” I grunted when he picked his pace up, fucking me harder and faster, our bodies audibly slapping together with every deep, punishing stroke.

Zeppelin sank his teeth into my shoulder hard enough to draw blood. I shouted in pain, my muscles locking up, and Zeppelin snarled, digging his other hand into my hip, his nails breaking the skin. My forehead dropped to the counter when he loosened his grip on my neck the tiniest bit. I could do nothing but moan and beg as he used me, fucking me savagely.

“Zep!” Eros shouted in terror. I turned my head to look at a horrified Eros, his eyes wide, tears brimming in his eyes, butZeppelin didn’t stop, too lost in his need to fuck out everything inside of him so he could feel normal again.

CHAPTER 18

Zeppelin

Ivaguely registered Eros shouting my name, horror lacing every syllable, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop. Or to care. Jaxon felt too fucking good, and he was taking my cock so damn well. As if he was made for me, he took my brutality easily, even moaning and begging for more, urging me on. Pushing me to just get out all the darkness residing inside my mind and my soul and bleed it into him.

“F-fuck,” Jaxon stuttered, gasping when I pegged his prostate. He groaned, his eyelids fluttering for a moment as he tried his damnest to focus on our man. I continued pounding into Jaxon, chasing my release, needing it as badly as I needed my next breath. Jaxon slid his arm out, reaching for Eros, and once they were connected, Jaxon moaned again, his fingers tightening around Eros’s.

“I’m—fuuuuck,” he moaned, his eyes closing. “I’m fine, Eros. I swear I’m fine.”

“Y-you’re bleeding,” Eros choked out, but he wasn’t looking at Jaxon’s shoulder, where blood was running in a steady stream down Jaxon’s glistening back from where I’d bit him. He was looking at where my cock was tunneling in and out Jaxon’s tight hole, blood lingering on my cock with every stroke.

Even that wasn’t enough to make me stop. It should have been. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I needed to. But Icouldn’t.

Jaxon tugged him closer, just as I hit that spot inside of him just right, moaning my name as cum spurted from his cock. His hole tightened around me, milking my fucking cock, and Ilostit. Shouting his name, I slammed my hips against his ass one, two, three more times, and then flooded his hole with my cum, filling him up and giving him everything I fucking had.

I pulled out of Jaxon, and he hissed a breath through his teeth in pain, his muscles locking up. Eros turned him around so he could lean against the counter, his worried eyes running over Jaxon’s face before he turned to look at me, looking even more concerned.

And seeing him look so worried, so fucking concerned… it broke something in me.

My chin wobbled, tears blurring my vision. Jaxon lurched forward and tugged me into his arms, banding his thick arms around me. I curled into him, sliding my arms around his waist and burying my face in the curve of his neck. My shoulders shook as I cried, my tears soaking his skin.

The therapy session I’d had earlier had been fucking traumatizing. Who the fuck knew I still had memories buried that we could bring to the surface? Even now, it still felt as if Icould feel her hands on me, fingering open my hole with sharp nails. I could still feel those men holding me down, pinning me to her bed with ridiculously high thread-count sheets as she raped me.

The first and only woman to ever touch me like that. My gut churned, threatening to revolt, but I hadn’t eaten anything today, so there was nothing to throw up.

“It’s okay,” Jaxon soothed, tightening his arms around me to the point I almost couldn’t breathe. But my chest loosened. My mind slowly began to clear. If there was one thing I’d learned about Jaxon in the past few weeks, it was that when he cared about someone, he protected them fiercely and with every bone in his body. And I knew in his arms, like this, I was safe. Protected. No one could fucking touch me again here.

“You need a shower, baby,” Jaxon said softly as my tears began to slow. He lifted my head from the curve of his neck and gently swiped some tears off my cheeks.

“I’ll get a movie going and some hot chocolate. And I’ll roll you a blunt,” Eros said quietly. He cupped my cheek, his eyes glassy with tears, but he didn’t let them spill over. “I love you. No matter what happened to you, Zep. No matter what you think anyone might have taken from you. No matter how you’re feeling right now.” He slid his hand down over my neck to rest on my chest, right over my painfully beating heart. “I love you. Never lose sight of that.”

I swallowed thickly and reached up, covering his hand with mine. “I won’t,” I swore, my throat raw, making my words come out gravelly.

Jaxon grabbed my hand and led me toward my and Eros’s room. I silently pointed to the bathroom door once we were in there, and he led me over to it, shutting us inside. He helped me strip out of my clothes before stripping out of his own. Once we were in the shower with the hot water beating down on our skin, he washed my hair and then bathed me. He never said a word. Never asked if I was okay. Never asked what I needed.

He just… took care of me. Andfuck, I never knew I needed that. Someone who could take the reins for a little while without making me feel like I was submitting. I still felt in charge. I knew I could say one word, and Jaxon would back off if I wanted him to.

He was just grounding me. Reminding me I was safe. I was protected. I was loved.

My Adam’s apple bobbed as I swallowed. Did Jaxon love me? I fucking loved him. I loved him to goddamn pieces.

“I’m sorry,” I rasped.

Jaxon glanced up at me from where he was kneeling on the shower floor, washing my thigh. His hand paused, the cloth lingering near my knee. “What for?” he asked.

My tongue swiped over my bottom lip. I roughly cleared my throat. “I… I hurt you,” I explained. “Made you bleed. Probably tore you. I’m sorry. I—” My voice cracked.

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