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Once he’s beginning to move at the same rhythm as my fingers do, I know he’s loosened up and ready for me.
“Please,” Grey implores, his voice quivering with urgency.His eyes are filled with a desperate plea that reverberates through my core, making me want to give him all of me.Everything I am and everything I’ll become.
“Anything for you,” I respond, rolling the condom down my cock, pouring enough lube on it before I squirt some on Grey’s hole.
Taking a deep breath, I grab my length and line up between Grey’s legs.They spread wider as I lean forward and begin to push myself into him.He gasps when I push through his tight muscles.
“Go faster,” he orders.
“I want to make it good for you, baby.Be patient,” I say as I slowly enter him.Inch by inch, I’m claiming him, filling him until I’m balls deep inside him.I don’t move.Only watch him as he gets used to me.
“I love you,” he says, then grins.“You know what would make this perfect?”
“If I begin to fuck you?”
“Well, that, but also if she was on top, riding my dick,” he says, and I can imagine her reverse cowboy bouncing her tits in front of me.
“One day, when she’s ready.We’ll share everything.The three of us ...we’ll be one,” I promise, and I know it’ll happen.
Not sure when I fell in love with them, but I did, and I would do anything.Anything for them.
“Tonight, I focus on you,” I promise, pulling out and slamming forward, over and over.I follow a rhythm, our rhythm.In.Out.In.Out.Him.Us.Him.
Us becoming one person until we’re falling apart, crumbling into pieces, and melding into each other.
The intensity of what just happened isn’t just at a physical level.Our molecules are one, and I doubt I’ll ever be the same after today.
ChapterTwenty-Seven
“Circumstances made me what I am, and I am alone; my desolation does not even find an echo in response to my agony.”—H.P.Lovecraft
Arriving at college,I’d nurtured the belief that it would be my sanctuary, a safe haven from a home life steeped in twisted truths and ceaseless pain.But it seemed fate had a darker plan in store.
I clearly remember moving day.The bare, sterile dorm room and the full-sized mirror I’d set against the wall still haunt me.
Reflected in it was an unfamiliar face—a girl of just eighteen, with the weary eyes of someone much older and a soul marked by deep wounds oozing with raw, agonizing pain.
She was a fractured image of the innocence she used to possess, her fresh wounds still seeping with the bitter remembrance of traumatic times.I had hoped that going to college would mean severing ties with my father and his unnerving acquaintances, but that was nothing more than a pipe dream.
My father’s boss—a man whose very presence set every nerve in my body on edge—had other plans.He saw not a young woman on the threshold of new beginnings but a pawn in his elaborate game of power and control.The gloomy, intimidating warehouse in South Florida was his arena, and I was his newest recruit.
His son was chosen to be my guide, leading me down a path that mirrored my father’s existence too closely for comfort.I was to begin at the bottom, to understand the inner workings of their murky trade.But they envisioned a grander role for me in their dark machinations—just like my father, they wanted me to control the minions who often mistook their roles as puppets for ones of power.
A map, inked with locations of their illicit activities, was thrust into my hands.Looking at it felt like staring at a nightmare.Fear curled in my stomach, cold and uninviting.College was supposed to be my ticket out of the mess back home.But now, it was looking like I had just traded one bad dream for another.
ChapterTwenty-Eight
Sanford
Now...
Rain pounds against the rooftop of the small, cozy cottage, creating a rhythmic symphony that fills the air.Amidst the dimly lit room, with the flickering fireplace casting dancing shadows on the worn wooden walls, the atmosphere is tense.The scent of damp earth mingles with the faint aroma of burning wood, creating a unique blend in the air.
“Why the fuck do I care about her college years?”I ask, my voice dripping with frustration and resentment.“Oh, poor rich girl, her father made her sell drugs.”
“Did you or The Organization ever try to stop them?”Greyson asks.
I shake my head.“We didn’t know back then what we do now.I thought Mason Bradley was just being protective of our ballerina like the rest of the family.Your aunt seemed to be fond of her.It wasn’t until later that we learned he knew what Moses Carlton did for a living.”
