Page 16 of Yours to Break

I leaned against the door for a long moment, just breathing. Trying to sort through what had happened. What always happened. They came in, they teased, they touched, they left. And I hated it. I hated how they made me feel like prey, like a chew toy they were just being patient with.

But, I hated even more the fact that deep down, part of melikedit.

I pressed my palms against my flushed cheeks and let out a shaky, frustrated breath. The clenching ache between my legs was a humiliating echo of everything I refused to admit. It wasn’t just arousal—it was tension, pressure, electricity building under skin.

I walked to the bathroom like a man possessed and splashed cold water on my face. It didn’t help.

I looked at myself in the mirror and hated what I saw. Not because I looked afraid. But because I looked fucking horny and I was sure they’d more than noticed.

And what made it all so much worse—so horrifically, shamefully worse—was what happened later that night.

I didn’t crawl into bed thinking about them. I didn’t light a candle or put on music or do anything dramatic. Did people actually do that when masturbating, or was that only in the movies?

I just lay down on top of the covers, fully clothed in very unsexy pajamas, eyes squeezed shut, heart stillbadump-ing in my chest.

The second I let my mind drift, they werethere.

Not the way they usually were—taunting and loud, smirking and cruel. No. This time, they were quiet. Intentional.Gentle, maybe? It was Hayes first, behind me, a hand low on my waist, breath at the nape of my neck. Whispering my name like it meant something, like he was praying. And Hudson, in front, pressing our foreheads together, looking at me like I was something holy.

Like I mattered.

My fingers tightened in the sheets. I hated myself for the way my body responded—how quickly it surged to life, how desperately it clung to the image of them pleasuring me. In the fantasy, I wasn’t trembling or trapped. I wascurled into it, pulling them closer, taking everything they offered, and then asking for more.

Begging for it.

My hips rolled without permission. My breath caught, half-formed around a moan. God. I couldn’t stop. My hand slithered down, seeking my dick like it was a beacon.

I rubbed and writhed until I tumbled off the edge.

I stared up at the stained ceiling above my bed, chest heaving, skin damp, and underwear wet. Shame clamped down like a vice. I pressed both hands to my face, hot with guilt, disgusted with myself.

I hadn’tsaidtheir names. But I’d thought them.

I’dwantedthem.

And no amount of denial or soap could wash that truth away now.

8

Hudson

We’d developed a small obsession with the boy. Or… not that small, considering that we’d been borderline harassing him for a while now.

It was difficult to explain my feelings towards him. I simultaneously wanted to fuck his brains out and make him bleed. I kept jerking off to the fantasy of him kneeling, peering up at me with tears streaming down his pretty face, our collar around his fragile throat.

Sometimes, I pictured cutting into that silky skin, carving our names into him so that no one else would dare to taste his screams of agony and moans of pleasure.

It didn’t start that way; we’d just wanted to seduce him, hurt him a little—maybe more, and throw him out.

Hayes and I weren’t used to rejection.

Maybe that was why we needed so badly to own him, claim him, ruin him.

Maybe that was why we couldn’t take no for an answer.

Whatever the reason, a passing desire had quickly spiraled into the land of no return. I started wondering about him in quiet moments. Wondering what his laugh sounded like when he was all alone and watching something funny on his phone. What kind of music he listened to. If he ever thought about us when he curled up in bed at night, cheeks flushed, breath catching. Not because we scared him—well, notonlyscared him—but because maybe,maybewe thrilled him. Last night, we’d even ordered a custom collar for him; possibly a few other items as well.

It was inevitable that Oliver would give in, and when that happened, we wanted to be fully prepared.

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