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He chuckles but Billie urges me on with, “Whathappenedat these meetings?”

“Right,” I say, clearing my throat. “The last meeting I remember not getting any candy and I was forced to stand in front of a huge dude wearing a black robe and hood. I couldn’t see who he was at all. My dad sold me to them so he could level up in the society I guess. I still don’t recall most of the details. I do, however, know everything that’s expected of me.”

Scratching my neck, I look between my best friends and wonder how this next bit is going to go over. It won’t be easy telling them I’m forced to fuck whoever they want me to without question—without the ability to turn it down. I’ve been the society’s whore since I turned sixteen, something about it being morally wrong under that age. The sick motherfuckers. Every last one of them.

“I’m forced to do their dirty work, whoring me out to whoever they need in their back pockets or to anyone who needs to level up, I guess,” I say without pause, holding my breath at the end to catch their reactions.

Billie’s mouth opens, her brows pinching together as she mulls over my words. Leaning up on an elbow, Zeke looks down at the sheets with a confused expression. They clearly don’t understand. Fuck me.

“I’m their personal sex slave. A prostitute. A man whore.”

“N-no, we understood, Christian,” Billie says with a wave of her hand.

“Shit,” Zeke says under his breath, clearly understanding what I’m saying. “H-how many, dude?”

Billie guffaws. “Seriously? That’s what you ask him?! You should ask him who this society is, and why he hasn’t turned these bastards in! You were underage, Christian!” she shrieks.

I release my neck and shrug. “Turn who in, Billie? Prove it to the cops the society pays off? Give me a break.” I cross my arms over my chest and let out a huff.

She steps up to me, placing her warm, delicate hands on my forearms as she peers up at me with a pleading gaze. “You can’t let them get away with this.”

“This is deeper than anything you can even imagine, Billie. There isn’t anyone out there to tell who isn’t in the society one way or another. You think a couple of teens are going to take down a group that’s been around since ancient times? We’d be kidding ourselves, B.” Even though I’ve spent way more nights than I’d like to admit, thinking and daydreaming about taking them down from the inside out. I don’t believe it can be done.

Her gaze flashes with hurt before they cloud over with tears. “But this isn’t right.”

Nodding, I pull her to me and wrap my arms around her shaking shoulders. I look over at Zeke, who looks about as concerned as Billie sounds. He looks up into my eyes but says nothing. I kiss the top of Billie’s bright red locks while holding his gaze.

“We’re going to find a way to get you out of doing this, Christian,” she tells me as she stands back, glancing at Zeke. “Won’t we, Z?”

He nods but still says nothing. I’m over their pity, wanting everything else to be out on the table. Zeke outed me pretty good at the party, and they both deserve to know everything I’ve been hiding from them—from everyone—for years.

“That’s the least of it right now, though. After everything that came out about our families last year, the society kind of panicked and allowed some elites to be arrested. They put my dad in charge for now, but everyone knows that’s a mistake—he’s a punk ass bitch and I know that’s why your uncle is back in town, Billie. I’ve been thinking about it, and it makes sense that he’d be here when the Reaper chapter is so weak.”

They’re both intently watching me, letting my words sink in, but I keep throwing more and more at them.

“My dad wants to keep his power so bad, threatening my mother’s life to keep it. I was made to bully and outcast you, B. Or my mom would be murdered. My dad hates your family’s fucking guts.”

“But why?” she asks.

I shrug. “That’s what I’m trying to figure out. My mom is thankfully overseas right now, traveling with her sister for three months, but I still have to be careful. Dana’s right… we made a huge scene at that party—now everyone’s going to know the trio is back together.” I smirk, hoping they catch my reference.

Zeke half smirks, biting his bottom lip with a wink in my direction, while Billie blushes and tucks her red hair behind her ear. Then her bright blue eyes peer up at me when she asks, “So, you didn’t actually hate me? You’re not using me?”

With a laugh, I frame her face and tilt her head back. “Nah, little hellfire, I could never hate you. It was pure torture watching them all hurt you, allowingmyselfto hurt you. It fucking gutted me. I wanted to rip all of their fucking heads off and spit down their throats.”

She gulps, licking her lips before she parts them. I think our girl liked what I said. Does she like it when I go all feral on her? Well,rawr, baby.

Zeke moves from the bed when I look up at him, indicating with my eyes to come over to us. He stands behind Billie, brushing her red locks from her shoulder before he peers up at me with a wink.

“Watching you cry and seeing the way you looked at us nearly destroyed me,” he rasps into her ear, her lust-heavy eyes looking at mine.

Slightly turning her head to give Zeke more of her neck, she holds my gaze and says, “I think it would only be fair if I punished you both, don’t you?”

Oh, fuck yes. This is finally happening. I imagine fucking her into the mattress while she deep throats Zeke until he cums in the back of her mouth. She might begin by punishing us, but we’ll end it with her screaming our names, riding our cocks, and whimpering in fear of ever losing us again.

Keeping one hand on her face, I move my other to Zeke’s and hold them both. My gaze flits between them as my heart pounds. Their eyes are both heavy with desire, waiting for my next move.

I kiss Billie first—a hot, open-mouthed tonguing that leaves us both panting. She kisses my bottom lip, pulling it into her mouth before I lean back and she lets it pop free. My tongue comes out to lick across my lips so I can taste her more. Fuck, she’s addicting.

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