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Her lips tilt into that sheepish smile that makes my cock twitch as she says, “Maybe that wouldn’t be too bad.”

I shake my head as I let out a low laugh. “Your pussy could probably do with the rest, but don’t worry, I’ll make up for it later,” I tell her, my voice deep and full of promise.

I climb into the shower, washing as quickly as I can, whilst trying to ignore the very naked girl who is watching my every move from the other side of the glass door. She’s biting her lower lip, while pressing her thighs together in a way that suggests she’s trying to alleviate some of the aching between her legs.

I keep telling myself that I don’t have time to fuck her right now, no matter how much I really fucking want to. Besides, after the way I roughly fucked her last night, I’m surprised her cunt isn’t sore and swollen beyond use.

As soon as I’m finished, I climb out of the shower and wrap a towel around my body. Harper looks at me like I’m the most delicious piece of chocolate cake she’s ever seen, and she can’t wait to devour me.

Her eyes track a water droplet that runs down my chest, over my abs, before disappearing into the V that is hidden beneath the towel. Her cheeks flush when she sees me watching her openly ogle me, but she doesn’t look away like I expect. Instead, her eyes darken as she meets my gaze, making it clear she’s not ashamed of being caught.

I shake my head to clear all the dirty thoughts that are filling my mind, whilst trying to stop my dick from hardening any further. “You need to shower on your own. When you’re finished, go straight to Bram’s room. I’ll let him know you’re coming, and he’ll leave the door open for you. I need to stop by and see Xander first, so I’ll meet you there.”

I fail to mention that I’m sending her there for more than one reason, hoping to expose her to a whole new world of desire.

She nods, her teeth still gnawing on her bottom lip, before she slowly spreads her legs, keeping her gaze locked on mine. “Are you sure you don’t want to help me in the shower?” she asks, trying to sound sweet and innocent, while flashing her bare pussy at me.

I take a purposeful step back, even though every part of me wants to move closer to her. “You’re going to be the fucking death of me,” I growl as I turn around, rushing to the bathroom door. Her laughter tinkles behind me as I stomp out of the room, cursing myself for creating such a fucking gorgeous sex monster.

Walking through Crowhurst House on my own is incredibly strange, but luckily, Bram’s room isn’t too far away from Lawson’s, and there’s not many people around. The few I pass do nothing more than give me a polite head nod, whilst making sure not to stare for too long. It’s almost like they’re afraid…which knowing Lawson, they probably are.

I can’t help but wish we were back at Lawson’s quaint little cottage in the woods. It wasn’t at all what I expected when he told me he owned it, as it was more rustic and homey than grand and opulent. It felt more like home than any place I’d ever been before, and the sense of safety it—and Lawson—offered me, after what happened, was exactly what I needed.

Back to reality, I think to myself as I reluctantly keep walking, wondering when Lawson will take me back to the cottage.

As I make my way down the long corridor toward Bram’s room, which is at the very end, I spot that the door is not fully closed. Lawson said Bram would leave it open for me, since he knew I was coming.

Still, I’m not just going to walk in. But before I can knock, strange noises coming from inside stop me in my tracks.

It’s very clearly a woman moaning, the sound of sex unmistakable, and I freeze, unsure what to do next. Why the hell would Bram leave the door open when he’s obviously…in the middle of something?

I don’t know what possesses me, but I edge closer to the gap, opening it slightly to give me a better view into the room. The angle of the bed means I have a very clear view of Bram and a girl I recognise but don’t know. I’m sure I’ve seen her somewhere before, but I know nothing about her, or even her name.

The blonde girl is lying on the bed, completely tied up and at Bram’s mercy. Using rope, he bent her knees so he could bind her calves to her thighs, and he secured her ankles to the corners of the bed, spreading her legs wide apart.

Her arms seem to be secured behind her back, and the same rope is being used to bind her breasts, pushing them together and upwards in a way that almost looks painful. Then again, she also has what can only be described as silver clamps on each of her nipples, with a chain connecting them.

Although the blonde is moaning in pleasure, she’s unable to make any other noises due to the red ball gag in her mouth. My jaw aches at the reminder of what it’s like to wear a gag, and I can’t help but wonder if the ball would be better than the ring. It looks more comfortable.

Although she has tears streaming down her cheeks, mixing with the drool spilling from the gag, her eyes seem almost hazy, as if she’s so lost in the desire she can’t focus on anything else.

The sheen of sweat plasters her blonde hair to her skin wherever it touches, while the rest fans out around her over the bed. It looks like Bram had hold of her hair at some point, which is why it’s all over the place.

Bram lets out a deep grunt, and the noise is enough to snap me out of the trance I’m in, reminding me I shouldn’t be watching what is clearly a very private moment. Yet, I can’t look away.

Bram is standing between the girl’s legs, not wearing any clothes either. His smooth skin has tattoos all over it, and the variety of designs makes it difficult to tell if there’s any connection between them or if they are totally random.

The tattoos only add to his whole bad-boy look, along with the muscles that seem to be everywhere. His hard biceps and broad chest fit with what Lawson told me about Bram being a fighter, and the veins running along his arms are their own kind of porn.

He’s more lean than bulky, but it’s still very clear he has muscles in all the right places, including the six-pack that drops into the perfectly sculpted V that shapes over his hips. And each time he thrusts his hips, his muscles ripple and tighten, making him look like a work of art.

I try not to look at where their bodies meet, but it’s like when you’re driving past a car crash…you know you shouldn’t look, yet you can’t seem to stop. That’s how I feel right now as my eyes drop to between the girl's wide-open legs.

My eyes widen in shock when Bram’s cock fills her pussy, whilst his hand controls the large black dildo that’s stretching her arse beyond what I assume would be comfortable. He seems to have found a rhythm between pushing into her pussy, then her arse, and I’m almost hypnotised as I watch the dildo and his cock work in tandem, drawing cries of pleasure from the blonde girl.

Bram’s deep, husky voice startles me, but he’s not talking to me. He’s far too lost in the blonde girl he’s buried balls deep inside. “That’s it, dirty girl. Fuck, you’re taking me so well. Do you enjoy having all your holes spread open, being used like a filthy fucking whore?”

The blonde whimpers louder through the gag, as if she wants to reply to him even though she can’t. It looks like she’s trying to rock her hips to meet his thrusts as best she can, but the way he’s tied her up leaves her completely in his hands, and she just has to lie there and take whatever he gives her.