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His lips slam on mine as I scream my release, doing just as he asked and soaking him as I climax. My body tenses up with the power of it, and his hands grab my hips, using them to fuck up into me and prolonging the pleasure that feels like stars exploding behind my eyes.

“Fuck!” he snarls as he thrusts deep, stilling as he fills me with his cum, his fingers digging into my skin.

I sag against him, and we lie together, panting, relearning how to breathe.

“We’re here and I have a fucking boner which cannot be hidden in these shorts so thanks for that,” Nox says sarcastically from the front, and I give a breathy giggle.

“Sorry, sir,” I reply, feeling Ant’s dick jerk inside me.

“Not fucking helping, Princess.”

CHAPTER TWENTY

“THIS IS WHAT YOU CAME FOR” BY CALVIN HARRIS, RIHANNA

ANATOLE

“What is this place?” Blossom asks and Steele helps her off my lap. I take a moment to admire the cum that drips out of her very red pussy. Poor thing will be extra sore after that, and I really wish I felt bad about it, but I fucking don’t. Nope. Bastard that I am, I just feel smug as fuck.

I look up from her glistening cunt to see that we’re outside a warehouse which is covered in neon paint. Pounding music is coming from the large front doors, which are manned by two beefy looking bouncers, and there are people milling around outside but no queue which I’m fucking grateful for. Though it’s a warm night so wouldn’t be terrible, especially given we have Blossom with us.

“It’s a UV rave paint party, Flower,” Steele tells her, using a wet wipe to help clean her up. We put them in the truck if we needed them later with the paint, but now I’m glad we had them so she could be comfortable. Though I would prefer her to be dripping my cum all night.

“Ever been to one?” I ask as I tuck myself back into my now damp shorts. I don’t give a shit. I’ll happily wear her cum all night.

“No… never,” she answers, and I help tug her shorts back up, covering her.

“Perfect,” Nox says from the front, turning around and giving her a smirk. “We’re your first.”

“Have you been to many?” Nox gets out first, then I open my door, reach in and help her out.

I pull her towards me, our bodies aligning, and wrap my arms around her until we are flush and she’s having to tip her head back to look at me.

“A few, but we’ve not bought anyone before, and I know this one will be my favourite,” I tell her, moving our bodies a little to the thumping bass from the rave.

“Why?” Her forehead is creased, and I dip down, giving it a kiss and just fucking loving the feel of her in my arms.

“Because you’re here, Bloom.”

I take her hand, Steele clasping her other, and Nox rolls his eyes, but walks ahead towards the bouncers who check our IDs before letting us in.

The music is so much louder inside, and I can feel Blossom practically vibrating with excitement as she tries to see beyond the next set of doors that leads to the main part of the rave.

Nox pays for our tickets, and then we’re walking towards the doors.

“Ready?” I ask, and she nods her head, her eyes shining with excitement.

“So ready!” She laughs, and I can feel my lips split into a wide grin as Nox opens the door for her.

“Oh… wow!” Her gasp can barely be heard over the music, and there are people everywhere, covered in splashes of neon paint, dancing all over the vast space.

“Come on, let’s get marked up!” Nox shouts, leading the way to one of the paint stations.

He grabs a pot of neon pink paint, taking the brush and covering his hand, then turns towards her. “We’re going to mark you, Petal. Publicly. Where everyone can see you belong to us.”

Her breath catches as he steps forward, wrapping his hand around the front of her throat. He holds it there for a moment, before removing it, leaving behind a pink handprint like a claim.

Steele lets go of her hand, grabbing the orange paint and painting one hand, then the other.