Page 79 of The Fallen Ones

I looked down at my wrists to see fingerprint shaped bruises where one of the masked trio had pinned me down hard– the hot mountain of a man who’d fucked me raw.

I grinned at how excited I’d been– at how excited I still was.

I plopped down on my bed and kicked off my heels. Bending down to rub my feet, I noticed heavy scratches covering my legs, and dirt embedded into my knees where I’d tried to crawl away through the woods.

It really happened- what a thrill.

My thighs sticky and bruised, further confirmed my wild night of being fucked by the woods.

I hoped he enjoyed fucking me as much as I enjoyed being fucked, and I hoped the other two enjoyed watching the show.

I threw my body back onto my bed and giggled at the butterflies swirling around in my tummy. Just like my sex life took a three-sixty within the past few months, so did the room as I stared up at the ceiling.

I wondered who they were, and I wondered if Liv would figure it out for me.

I needed to know.

As I lay there and relived what had happened, I knew I needed to tell someone. Whether it was for advice or to share my excitement– I wasn’t sure.

I figured Liv was busy with Cameron, and besides it wasn’t her friendship I needed right now. It was Caleb’s.

I grabbed my phone from my pocket and began to type.

I wasn’t sure what to say, or if he’d even respond considering we seemed to be fighting a lot lately.

Lily: Hey, Caleb. It’s me. I’m a little drunk. Can we talk tomorrow?

I didn’t wait for a reply, and instead I tucked my phone underneath my pillow and stared out of my window at the moon as it peaked out from behind the tall ash trees.

I wondered if the masked trio were still out there.

Were they still watching and waiting for me?

The thought made me smile.

I considered showering and cleaning myself up, but as I thought about my masked men, I decided I wanted to sleep with the sins they’d left me covered in.

It was as good as any sweet dream as far as I was concerned.

Chapter 32

Caleb

“I’m proud of you.” Damien flopped down onto my rickety old couch and cracked open a beer the next day. I’d left them right after I’d fucked Lily and had gone straight home, hating myself for how I’d acted. She’d texted me that she wanted to talk, but I hadn’t responded to the message yet.

I’d gone too far. I was sure of it.

In fact, I’d found blood on my dick when I’d gotten home after vomiting in my toilet from the sickness churning in my guts over what I’d done to her.

“You shouldn’t be,” I mumbled.

“It’s too early to be drinking.” Jace eyed Damien from the other end of the couch with distaste as Damien sipped his beer.

“Shut up. We’re celebrating.” Damien drank again. “And it’s not that early. It’s Nearly four in the afternoon. That’s practically five, and you know what they say.”

“Welltheyare idiots. Have some fucking class,” Jace grumbled, looking back to me. Damien continued to slurp his beer, this time with a roll of his eyes.

“You good? You left pretty fast last night,” Jace said. “We came over because we haven’t heard from you. Figured we’d make sure you were OK.”

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