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Nowhere near done with her, I continue to fuck her from below as her pussy flutters around me, trying to milk my cock. "Let me know when you think you can hold yourself up, little one."

She hums, but it takes a few more minutes for her to tell me, "I'm good, big guy."

"Thank fuck." My cock slides out of her, making her whimper. I lift her off of me until she's kneeling in front of me, parallel to the camera. "On your hands and knees."

When she doesn't move fast enough, I bring my hand down on her ass. She squeaks but leans forward as I rub the spot I've just marked her ass. Once she's settled, she's hovering over Fox's cock—that's already half hard again.

"Suck his dick while I fuck you." I smile when she doesn't hesitate this time, leaning forward enough that she can suck his dick between her plump lips. Settling behind her, I guide my cock to her entrance before pushing inside. My hands tighten on her hips as I pull out and push back inside, not even remotely being careful.

“That’s so fucking hot.” I can hear Cooper taking his dick in hand once more. I might not have any interest in either of my best friends sexually, but I love how much watching Sage with one another turns us all on so much.

My thrusts are powerful as I take her hard and fast, and it's likely I'll leave bruises on her ass. But with the sounds coming from her, I don't think she'll mind. Even muffled by Fox's cock, it’s perfectly clear how much she's into this. She clamps down on my dick, and it's only then I realize that Fox is pinching her nipples between his fingers.

She jerks her mouth off his cock as she comes, my name on her lips as she shakes. It's harder for me to move with how intense this orgasm is, but I make it work. She's panting when she lays her head on Fox's thigh, staring at his cock.

"I can't," she whines. "No more energy."

"That's okay, little one. He can fuck you once I'm done with you. Don't want to waste any hard dicks, do we?"

She snorts. "Nope. Definitely don't want that."

"Well, hold on, because I'm close." My fingers dig into her flesh as I pound into her faster and faster. I know I’m close when I feel the tingling at the base of my spine. I call out her name as I grind against her ass, bucking as my cock spurts, filling her with wave after wave of cum. Around me, the sound of Cooper coming fills the room, but I can’t even begin to focus on it.

This is the hardest I've come in a while, and I wonder if it's because I know she could be pregnant now?

“Fuck this shit. I’m coming home now. Princess, I’m going to fuck you so hard when I get there.”

“You better,” she says weakly before Cooper ends the call, smiling up at me.

We both groan as I slide out of her, quickly replacing my softening cock with my fingers. I push any wayward cum back inside of her, lifting a brow at Fox. "You're up, buddy."

Fox laughs as he shifts on the bed until he's underneath her and can lower her on his cock.

Hell, yes. We're totally getting her pregnant tonight.

Chapter Thirty

Cooper

July 2285

“Forthoseofyouwho don’t know me, my name is Sage Davenport, but that’s not the name I was born with. Until I was sixteen, I used the name Avery Wellington. Why am I telling you this? Because it’s the beginning of my story—mine and Charlotte’s.

“Today, we’re opening The Charlotte Dupree Mayhem Victim Center, where we plan to help people who have been victimized by Mayhem. We will support anyone who is brutalized during Mayhem or has been during a past Mayhem. This year, we’ll be running mobile clinics. These will be similar to ambulances but with some differences. They will be guarded by the best of the best, but they will only stop long enough to help anyone who is in need. They will be able to transport you to somewhere safe if necessary and patch you up the best they can in the meantime.

“We will be sharing a number to reach the mobile clinics as we draw nearer to Mayhem. As you know, there is a reason that ambulances and other emergency services don’t operate during Mayhem. That’s because no one can guarantee their safety, but we can. And anyone who thinks they can fool the clinics and bring them into a trap? Just know that Mistress Mayhem will always have an eye on them, and her justice will be swift.”

I grin up at the love of my life standing on the stage as she speaks to those attending the grand opening, and those who are watching it on television. She’s never looked fiercer—or hotter.

Her eyes scan the crowd until they land on me, Fox, Austin, and her parents. I give her a thumbs-up and a smile. A glance at the others shows them doing much the same.

She laughs, eyes shining before she faces forward once more. “One of the reasons I named the center after my friend is that Mayhem changed our lives almost eleven years ago. We were walking out of a movie a few weeks before Mayhem when someone came up behind us and drugged us. We woke up inside cages. We were being “trained” to be sold on Mayhem. They used sexual assault, beatings, and drugs to keep us compliant.

“Only, I couldn’t allow myself to be compliant because I could see my best friend deteriorating before my eyes. She couldn’t deal with it—any of it—so she begged for the drugs over and over again until she couldn’t feel or likely remember the things happening to her. When they let us, and the other eighteen girls, out of our cages to move us to another location so they could sell us, I knew it was our only chance of getting away.

“I don’t know how we managed it, but we got away from them and ran as far as we could. Only, I didn’t know that Charlotte had been shot. We were in the middle of the woods, and it was getting dark, meaning that Mayhem was starting. I wouldn’t be able to get her anywhere safe before everything closed, so I found us a cave to wait out the night in. She was unconscious by that point, and all I could do was hope and pray that she could survive until morning.”

She lifts a hand to her face to cover up the sobs threatening to spill from her. She tries to blink away the tears, but it’s too late. They’re already running down her face. I want nothing more than to climb onto the stage and pull her away. Drag her home where we can keep her safe. But I can’t keep her safe from the past, can I? So I just clench my hands, nails digging into my palm as I listen to the story that never gets easier for her to tell or for me to listen to.

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