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“You’re a twisted fuck,” Nox calls out to Aero as he stares at me like I’m a delicacy before his mouth he can’t afford. He lifts his hips, grinding the rock beneath his jeans against my clit.

Aero slides deep, grunting in a sexy, cracked tone, holding himself there.

“Open,” he says breathlessly, as I feel his fingers on both sides of my face. “Show him the mouth he wants to fill.”

I part my mouth and two fingers from each of his hands slip between my lips as he holds my cheeks open wide, my tongue hanging out, spilling saliva down my chin.

“She likes having all her holes filled while fucking,” Aero gloats.

“Shit,” Nox groans, his eyes closing tight as he continues to grind up against my clit.

Smearing this in his face is clearly killing him.

Aero releases his hold, sticking two fingers on my tongue and holding them deep as I try to breathe around them. He pulls them out as I cough for a breath, my pussy convulsing on his stiff cock as my drool runs down onto Nox’s chest. He slaps the side of my face before gripping my hips and begins thrusting roughly again.

“You earned it, baby,” Aero groans, clearly close by his broken tone. “My filthy girl. You ready for another one?”

His slippery, thick cock pushes relentlessly into me as I lay flat, straddling Nox, grinding against his hard shaft. The friction of my sensitive bundle of nerves rubbing on his dick while another one fills me has me spiraling with dirty and demented desires.

Desires that have me feeling free and wild with primal need.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum on myself.” Nox grunts, his head curling into his chest, before it falls back against the floor and heavy pants leave his lips.

Feeling the evidence of his reluctant release in his pants, I fall into another orgasm at the degrading nature of the event, the explosion coursing through me as my thighs quiver and my toes curl into themselves. Nox watches my face with fascination, seeing every angel leave my body as I cry out and gasp for air.

Aero follows me shortly after, releasing inside me as his hands shake, his fingers indenting the skin of my hips as he pulls me tightly to his pelvis.

We all steady our breathing before Aero finally pulls out, and I sense the mix of our cum dripping out of me and onto Nox beneath us. I look over my shoulder to see him wipe his semi-erect cock off on Nox’s jean-covered thigh, continuing the degrading games.

After helping me back into my dress and pulling up his pants, Aero roughly grabs my face, pinching my cheeks until my lips part. He spits into my mouth, coating my tongue with his saliva before sticking his tongue in my mouth, kissing me with a feral passion not of this world.

Our lips part, leaving us both breathless with our foreheads sealed together, my body covered in his smeared paint, dirtying me the way he does.

I’m drowning in our dysfunction. Living for the chaotic dreams of a future filled with promises of darkness and a never-ending obsession. If this is dying, I never want to see the light of life again.

Digging the key out of his pocket, he tosses it onto Nox’s exposed chest as he continues to stare down at me, obsession and possession in his gaze.

If this was a trust test for him, he failed miserably. If anything, he just showcased exactly how insane he is for me, and how the idea of anything touching what’s his is entirely off limits. But the plans we have for breaking down this institution are bigger than his claim over me. If he seeks the ultimate revenge, he needs to open himself to trusting me entirely, allowing the unimaginable.

“Thanks for the room,” he comments smugly to his friend.

“Fuck you!” Nox spits out, looking down at the mess we made on his pants.

“Yeah, thanks for everything, Nox.” I smile coyly up at Aero as he grins back approvingly, gripping me by the neck and leading me to the door.

“And fuck you, too!” he shouts back, and just before the door closes I hear him murmur with amusement, “Sick, selfish fucks.”

Chapter forty-three

Worth

I’veneverbeenaddictedto drugs, but I’ve seen the harsh side of addiction destroy perfectly sound men. It caused them to lose focus, to fall into traps, to negotiate not only their livelihoods but also their entire 401K for one more hit. I’ve even seen them die for it.

But I understand it now.

I’d let her destroy me just to smell her scent on my lips. I’d allow her to take the entirety of my focus just to have those blue eyes beneath me. I’d fall to despair for another taste of that sweet, delectable skin. And I’d fucking die just for the promise of sliding my cock inside of her walls in another life.

She was always my addiction. My breath. My existence. And unfortunately now, my greatest weakness.

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