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“You feel good too,” I whispered. “Only you. None of them.” I hoped he caught my double meaning.

His sharp intake of breath told me everything I needed to know. His posture relaxed some as the tension ebbed from his muscles. “Thank you,” he said softly, searching my gaze for a moment. And then he was driving into me again, faster this time, with determination. Probably trying to finish so this would end. I knew he could be a minute man if he wanted. The party proved that, but maybe Lucas had warned him against it.

My back scraped against the ground, and I knew it would probably be raw and torn to shreds by the time this ended. At least it would give me something else to focus on. Pleasure was steadily building in my core, sending sparks of electricity pulsing through me.

Oh fuck. No. No. God no.

“Colt,” I cried out, panic searing through my chest. He looked at me with concern, but didn’t slow his movements. It was on the tip of my tongue, to tell him to stop—to tell him to slow down because getting off on this would be the biggest bodily betrayal of all. But the words wouldn’t come. My pussy clamped down on him, sending shock waves through my system. A moan tore from my throat against my will and my body started shaking with sobs.

His lips parted, a groan rumbling out of him. “Fucking shit,” he hissed, slamming into me one last time before spilling inside of me. He didn’t linger, pulling himself out of me immediately, knowing exactly what I wanted, what I needed. He gathered his clothes and got dressed. A coldness swept over me, one that had nothing to do with the weather.

Derek was between my legs next, someone I’d only had a few encounters with in passing. Someone who I’d thought was normal. My pussy was raw and beaten. Every thrust had pain slicing through me. Then there was Nigel. He might have been the thickest of all, and it didn’t help that he decided to take me from behind, stretching me even more thoroughly than anyone else had. At some point, I drifted off into my mind. Losing track of all the people taking advantage of me. Dissociation.

By the time they were done, it felt like my cunt had been torn to shreds. I was sure I was bleeding down there. The only reprieve I had was that no one took my ass.

Lucas clapped his hands together, a manic gleam in his eyes. “Look at that.” He grinned. “Your body count went from…what was it?” He paused for mock effect. “Four to fourteen. No one will want you now. You’re used goods, bitch. And just in case you find a guy who doesn’t mind a high body count, I have something else up my sleeve.” He nodded to someone, but I was too out of it to notice who he was talking to. His words were distant and faraway. I was on the brink of passing out, my body screaming in protest.

Elijah approached, grabbing me by my biceps and forcing me on shaky legs. “Hold her in place,” he told Lucas.

Lucas came up behind me, winding my arms behind my back while Elijah took the spot in front of me. My eyebrows dipped in confusion, wondering what else they could possibly do to me. My question was answered immediately though when Elijah reached between my legs, jamming two fingers inside of me to push all the cum back into my sore pussy. Before I could so much as hiss out a complaint, he cocked his arm back and punched me in the lip, splitting it instantly. Copper danced across my tongue and my head whipped to the side, agony searing through my mouth. He didn’t give me time to recover, hitting me in the eye next. A whimper fluttered past my lips, my body threatening to give out. The only thing keeping me upright was Lucas’s firm grip. I started losing count of how many times he hit me, or where those hits landed. It was a surprise to me that I hadn’t passed out yet.

My head lolled to the side, blood streaming down my nose and mouth. I could barely even see out of one of my eyes. Everything hurt. I just wanted it to end.

“Just kill me,” I slurred, spitting blood out as I spoke.

“That’s an idea,” Lucas whispered against my neck. “We just might.”

He let me fall to the ground with a thud. My hands and knees biting into the dirt. Just when I thought it was over, someone delivered a sharp kick to my ribs. And then another to my hip, my stomach, my side. I could tell different people were attacking me. The assaults were coming from various places, some at the same time. But it was the final kick that did me in. Someone landed a finishing blow to my face, black spots dancing around the edges of my vision. And then it all went black.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

Ashton

Cassadee Pope - Stupid Boy

Defeat seeped into my veins, my gaze snagging on the glass of whiskey cradled between my hands. This was it. It was finally over with. So why didn’t I feel satisfied? Why did the thought of never seeing her again, of treating her like she meant absolutely nothing, only cause my insides to recoil? Being in this bedroom again after all this time certainly wasn’t helping. I’d already rummaged through my dresser and stared down at the ring I’d gotten her years ago. I should throw it out and cut my losses, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

A current of memories slithered through my mind, her soft voice echoing in my skull. Her laugh, her moans, her sweet promises. Promises that meant nothing now. It was done—over with. But I didn’t feel any better. Raising the glass to my lips, I took a long swallow. The smooth whiskey burned my throat, settling deep in my chest where it lit a fire in its wake. A small hiss fluttered past my lips, my eyes focusing on nothing in particular. My childhood bed felt foreign beneath my weight,nausea churning my stomach from all the reminders this room graced me with. A stuttering breath slipped past my lips as a stronger memory took hold.

Everleigh bucked her hips up, trying to suck me deeper into that sweet pussy of hers. A groan rumbled from my chest, and I smashed my pelvis against hers, giving her exactly what she wanted. I could feel her throbbing core, every tense of her nerves down there, every current of fluid that expelled from her body.

“Fuck,” she cried out, tipping her head back. Her nails raked down my spine, sending pulses of electricity zipping through me.

Her eyes were blown wide with desire, her legs trembling on either side of me. Sweat coated her beautiful porcelain skin, the light only amplifying it. She leaned up, capturing my mouth in a searing kiss that left me breathless. My biceps bulged, my body ready to give out and collapse. I lost count on how many times we’ve been in this position today. Four? Five? Fuck, my balls were sore. But I’d never deny her. Her dark hair was plastered to her skin with sweat, her breathing coming out fast and erratic.

I didn’t know how she wasn’t sore. She’s been hornier than usual lately. A spike in hormones, maybe? Ovulation? I wasn’t sure how any of that worked, but it was new. Turned me the fuck on all the same, even if I was struggling to keep up. Which was saying something.

“You feel so good, Ash,” she moaned, raising her hips up to meet mine again, her words broke off into a cry of pleasure.

“You too, Eve. So fucking tight.” I panted, jerking my hips to thrust into her again. Her back arched off the mattress, her nails digging into my back with even more force. Her body was muddled with bruises, bites, and hickeys. She’d have a hard time explaining that away to her parents. Before now, I wascareful to keep them below her clothing so no one would see, but I might have lost control a few times. “I love you so much.” I smashed my lips against hers, relishing how swollen and raw they were. She was mine. Only mine. And I never wanted to let her go. She cried out again, pleasure zapping through her in waves. Her pussy clamped down on me followed by liquid heat that gushed from between her legs. I groaned in response, the feel of her release doing me in. In a couple more thrusts, I was driving into her as deep as possible and spilling inside of her. My balls tightened, a sharp ache settling over them.

Fuck. I really hoped she was sated now, because I wasn’t sure I could handle anymore. I tore out of her, both of our releases coating her swollen pussy and thighs. My chest was heaving rapidly and I rolled off her, my back hitting the mattress at her side.

After a few beats of lying there, working to catch out breath, movement from my doorway caught my attention. The door was cracked open when I was sure I’d closed it. I made my way out of the bed, confusion twisting my features. I reached down and grabbed a pair of boxers, tugging them up over my hips.

“Wh—” Everleigh started to ask me something, but I shook my head, silently telling her to be quiet. My parents weren’t home, but Dakota was.

I started toward my door and jerked it open. Sure enough, my older brother was standing in the hall, his eyes widening comically when he saw me. The button on his pants was undone and his cheeks were flushed. He was getting off on this shit. Sick fuck. Rage barreled through me. He saw her naked, heard her moans. Moans that were only meant for me and whoever I decided to share them with.

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