Page 72 of Gambler's Fallacy

Havoc suddenly stops and pulls back. I whine, trying to get him against the back of my throat again, but Havoc shakes his head.

“Mouth wide open, Seven,” Havoc gasps, reaching down to stroke himself a few times.

I open my mouth wide, wanting this, wanting him, and it’s onlythen that I realize I’m breathless from how brutally he’d been using my mouth.

It still could’ve been more.

I stillwantmore, but this will have to be enough.

I wish I could reach up and stroke him so he doesn’t have to do it, but my limbs are still so incredibly heavy that it’s all I can do to keep my mouth open as cum starts to spill into it. I would greedily drink it down if I could, but that hadn’t been what Caleb wanted.

No, my master wants me to hold it in my mouth, on my tongue, and I do it without complaint.

“Hurry,” Caleb demands. “I want to see you kiss him before I come.”

It dawns on me that Caleb must be close too, and I didn’t even do that much for him.

Havoc huffs impatiently, but he cups my jaw and leans in to press his lips against mine. I open for him, moaning as his tongue plunges inside.

It’s strange, stranger than I’d expected, but Havoc doesn’t hesitate as he tongue-fucks my mouth despite the taste of his cum in it. We trade it back and forth as I let out needy moans, and Caleb starts to thrust up into me with more force. I squeeze my ass around his cock as hard as I can muster, and I’m rewarded with the sound of his groan and the feeling of heat flooding into me as he comes.

“His cock,” Caleb says. “Jerk him, Havoc. Make him comenow.”

Havoc huffs against my lips, but he reaches down and wraps his large hand around my erection. I let out a long wail, pleasure slamming into me, all while Caleb is still seated in me.

It feels like it lasts forever and ever, even though I know it can’t be longer than several seconds. By the time I’m done, Havoc has pulled away, tracing my lips with his finger, and I take it into my mouth to suck needily on it as the last vestiges wash over me.

I slump back against Caleb, exhausted and sated and feelingalmostsafe but not quite there.

Caleb kisses the back of my neck, over and over. “Good pet. Good pet,” he whispers.

Havoc sits down next to us and twines his fingers with mine. “Fuck. I hate how hot you make sex,” he says to Caleb, and I manage a small laugh. Then he squeezes my hand. “You good, Seven?”

I nod, exhaling slowly, and close my eyes. “Yes,” I tell him. I want to say more, but I don’t know how to find the words to tell him that I’m better than okay… even if I know that once I come down, I won’t even be close to all right.

Because now they know abouther, and they’ll want to know more, and I don’t want to even think about it — let alone talk about it.

But for now, I’m fine, better than fine, and that…

That will have to do.

FIFTEEN

HAVOC

“I think a screw is missing,”I say, pushing around all the screws that came included with my flatpack TV stand. “There’s supposed to be six of them, and I only count five.”

Seven is on the floor, looking at the installation instructions, while Vortex is busy using the tiny allen wrench to secure two boards together.

“It can’t be missing,” Vortex says, annoyance dripping from his voice. “It’s probably under your ass somewhere.”

I have no idea what his problem is. I’m supposed to be the one with the short fuse, but the tension in the room is palpable. Of course, Seven has been sticking to my side the entire time, barely even looking in Vortex’s direction.

Make them make up, Caleb had ordered.

How the fuck am I suppose to do that?

I’m having a hard enough time dealing with the information that Seven’s own mother had abused him so badly. I’m not going to pry as to the exact details, but based on Seven’s… everything, I’ve got a pretty good idea.

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