Page 81 of Bleed for Me

Out of all the fantasies my mind had conjured up prior to losing my virginity, this hadn’t been one of them. Two guys sharing me while another watched with deep fascination and hunger, like he was memorizing this for his own personal use later. I wasn’t sure what had come over me—what had prompted me to seek out Seven. Sure, I was extremely horny, but I hated Seven. He pissed me off, degraded me, blatantly told me that heused me for sex. Lust was clearly a powerful weapon. Because even as Seven stood at my side now, fisting his thick, pierced erection, his eyes hooded with desire and hunger, there was no sign of the hate etched into his features because his lust was consuming him whole. It didn’t change anything. I was a warm hole that practically forced myself on him. Had I asked instead of sinking onto his cock, he might have even laughed in my face and told me to get bent. But it was still hot, my own lust consuming me just as completely. Suddenly, my desire for Valentine didn’t matter anymore. Nor did the knowledge that I’d never be able to know what it felt like to have him.

Maybe dying wasn’t the answer after all. There were so many things that I hadn’t experienced. Things I didn’t even know I wanted. My life had been boring before. But this, this made me want to open myself up to all the dirty and depraved things that had never even crossed my mind. I’d been nothing but a good girl, seeking out the validation and desire of a man who was getting it from another woman. Right now, I could at least pretend that this wasn’t all about what was between my legs. Just in this moment at the very least. If that made me reckless, who cares? It wasn’t like I had much going for me right now, anyways.

Archer’s grunts pulled me from my thoughts, his lips parted in pleasure as he peered into my eyes, the hunger in his darkening them.

“You’re so much bigger than Seven.” I moaned. It was a lie. Archer was girthier and long, but Seven was longer and had piercings to make up for his width.

Seven scowled at me, and I couldn’t fight the smile from breaking out across my face. Jordan chuckled from the chair he still resided in, his arms propped on his knees as he leaned forward to peer around Seven so that he could still see me.

“Then since I’m so small why don’t you ride his dick and let me fuck you in the ass,” he suggested in a taunting tone. “You are the one that literally stormed into my room and jumped on my cock like a starved little whore. It’s only fair that I fuck you how I want.”

Humiliation trickled into my veins. He made me sound desperate. But that was exactly what happened, so maybe I really was turning into a desperate little whore. Archer jerked his head up in surprise, like he couldn’t believe I’d done that either. Suddenly, I wished the bed would gape open and devour me whole to shield me from the burning humiliation of his words and Archer’s reaction.

They could slut shame me all they wanted. They were still fucking me despite it. There were hundreds of girls in this asylum, many of them were prettier than me with bigger assets. They didn’t have to settle.

“Then do what you want. You’re going to anyway,” I retorted bitterly.

A malicious smile broke out across Seven’s face, and I knew right then that he was going to do exactly that, regardless of what I wanted. Archer seemed to sense it too, because he quickly shook his head, slowing down his movements. “She’s not ready for that,” he protested.

“Then I’ll get her ready.” He shrugged.

Nervous energy prickled through me, Archer’s gaze searching mine with uncertainty. My heart was pounding violently within my chest, but the thought of having them both inside me had heat pooling in the depths of my abdomen. Hesitantly, I nodded, sealing my fate. There was no backing out now, they didn’t even have to tell me that for it to become crystal clear.

Archer pulled out of me, my pussy throbbing with his departure. He moved to lay on the bed and with shakymovements, I rose onto my knees, but Seven was shoving me back down onto the mattress. My lips parted in a protest, but he was yanking my skirt down my legs before I could utter a single word. He moved to the side, giving Jordan a direct view of me which felt intentional. He grabbed my right leg and tugged it wider, putting my core on display.

“Look how fucking wet she is,” he growled. “You want in on this?”

My throat tightened and heat seared through my stomach at the thought of adding a third guy. Jordan looked like he was thinking about it, but then he leaned back in his chair and shook his head. “Not interested in sloppy seconds.”

Ouch.

His words stung more than I expected them to. It wasn’t like we had a sexual connection the way me and Archer did, or a hate-filled chemistry like me and Seven did. It still sucked to hear, though.

I pushed myself back to my knees, tearing my leg away from Seven’s grip and climbed on top of Archer, sinking down on him the way I’d done Seven earlier. Archer’s lips parted on a gasp, his hands moving to grip my waist. “Fuck yes,” he groaned.

Seven came up behind me, placing his hand on my upper back to lower me. My chest pressed against Archer’s, his shirt the only barrier between our bodies. When Seven’s finger brushed against my asshole, my body jerked.

“Relax,” Archer soothed, brushing his fingers through my tangled hair.

I sucked in a deep breath and nodded, willing my body to obey his single command. I was in way over my head, and we all knew it. They just didn’t care. Seven slipped his finger through the tight ring of muscle, the feeling foreign and uncomfortable. As if sensing this, Archer slowly started to thrust into me again from beneath me, pleasure following every movement of hiships. I placed my head against his shoulder, my lips brushing the side of his neck in an attempt to distract me from what Seven was doing.

Archer let out a moan that vibrated through his chest. “God damn, baby. You’re so fucking tight.”

“Her ass looks tighter,” Seven commented in a smug tone, deepening his finger inside me. I shuddered against Archer, my breaths coming out frantic. Slowly, he started to slide it in and out, moving it around to open me wider for him. Once he was satisfied with that, he removed his finger, the bed shifting under his weight shortly after. Something wet slid against my hole, my breath catching in my throat. He waslickingme back there.

“Seven,” I said hesitantly.

“Hush. You’re doing so well; just let him fuck you. Focus on that.”

Archer turned his head, capturing my lips. I kissed him back urgently, loving the way he tasted. Loving how I didn’t have to regret my attraction for him anymore due to guilt. I started moving my hips in tandem with his, causing him to deepen inside me. I moaned into his mouth while Seven slipped his tongue into my asshole, releasing a groan of his own. He might have hated me, but there was no denying our chemistry. This couldn’t be faked.

“Fuck,” Seven moaned. “I think she’s ready.” The bed shifted again, his dick pressing against my back entrance moments later. “You ready, little virgin?”

I broke my kiss with Archer, burying my face in his neck, trying to prepare myself. “Just do it,” I choked out.

He gripped my hips and slid into me slowly. My ass stretched around him, his piercings rippling through me with every inch he sank. It was painful, but not unbearable. Archer continued to move his hips, giving me pleasure through the pain whichdid help some. Once Seven was all the way inside, he stilled, allowing me to adjust to him.

“I can feel your balls against mine,” Archer said, his voice clouded with lust.

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