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He smiles knowingly and a moment later, I’m sliding down his cock, my pussy full to its maximum. I lean with my head in the crook of his neck, my butt in the air. After licking my finger, I swirl it around my asshole as best as I can reach.
“Fuck. Would you look at that,” Niko groans.
That’s right. I know what I want. I know what I need. And I’d better get it soon or I will lose my mind.
“Baby, baby,” he says, getting behind me. He pushes my hand out of the way and takes over, dribbling spit on my rosebud. He presses against my opening, massaging and prodding, and works a finger inside. The sensation is surprising but after a few seconds starts to feel amazing. I explode in goosebumps.
I continue to grind on Kir’s cock, my clit rubbing against his stomach. I’m careful not to displace Niko with my movement, and when he pops another finger in my ass, I nearly lose my mind.
I push back on him for more. I can’t help it because I need to explode, to detonate, to forget who or where I am. I want to be fucked so hard I pass out into a dreamless sleep where I don’t worry about my problems again until the light of day, where everything is bright and happy and I feel no pain, no pain in my muscles or my brain or my heart.
As if he can hear my chaotic thinking, Niko presses something new against my behind, something much bigger than a finger or two. It’s hard and round, and it’s pushing and pushing until it pops inside, initially hurting like hell. I grind my teeth and groan while Kir whispers in my ear that the discomfort will pass.
“I don’t know, Kir, I don’t know if I can take it,” I cry, pounding the pillow next to his head.
Goddammit.
A cock in my ass and a cock in my pussy? How is that even possible?
He takes hold of my head and catches my gaze. “You can do it, push out a bit and take deep breaths.”
Niko gently stays where he is while something cold dribbles down my butt. He rubs it around and after a little more pulsing, which I am growing to love, he slides further inside.
Full doesn’t begin to explain the feeling of being fucked in two holes. I can’t see or think straight. I know a massive orgasm is building and every inch of me is so stimulated, so sensitive it almost hurts, like if someone touches me, my flesh will split open like an overripe piece of fruit.
This build and builds until I’m gasping for air and I don’t know who I am anymore, and I don’t care either. I explode into a level of ecstasy I didn’t know existed, my pussy and ass both contracting, doubling down on me, pushing me to the very edges of my already-tenuous sanity.
“More,” I murmur like a crazy bitch, bucking into both of the cocks that have taken me.
Kir holds my face. “Tell me, baby, is it good? Do you like being double-fucked?”
I grunt, wishing I could verbalize an answer. But words are elusive at the moment, so I nod, my hair flying all over.
I come over and over, floating on my orgasm like it’s a life raft that will save me, save me from the shit all around me, and maybe even save me from myself.
I’m not sure how long the guys hang out after our sexy session, but after one of them helps me clean up with a warm washcloth, I tumble into my bed like it’s heaven. My down comforter is pulled up to my chin and I fall into a deep, deep sleep, eternally grateful to know I can be touched without flashing back to the last time I was, when Dimitri’s team beat me to within an inch of my life to send a lesson to the Alekseev brothers. I didn’t know whether I would survive that day, and when it comes down to it, Dimitri probably should have made sure I was dead because I healed stronger and tougher than I knew I could, like scar tissue that grows around and over a wound. I’m not saying they could never hurt me again, but if they try, it’s not going to be as easy as it was, that much I know for sure.
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CHAPTERNINE
Charleigh
Was last night all a dream? The feeling of perfect being that accompanied me to sleep is, unfortunately, fading as fast as the morning sun is coming up in my bedroom window.
Dammit.
I push myself up and look around my room. There is no sign of anyone else having been in here. The only mess is a pile of texts and notebooks on my desk, which haven’t been touched in weeks and are now dusty. I look away, the reminder of my neglected courses too painful.
I don’t need another thing about myself to detest.
Then I get an idea. I jump out of bed, gathering all evidence of my former ambition into my arms. I find a place in the way back of my closet and shove all my books and notebooks there so I don’t have to look at them and be reminded of how my life has gotten so off track. I’ll get back to them someday, I imagine, but right now I don’t need these things out in the open, reminding me that the dream I once had of a better life has been burned to the ground. I don’t know what lies ahead anymore. I can only focus on a day at a time.
I’m pulling on my workout clothes when there’s a knock on my door.
“Char? It’s me, Evie.”
“Hey. Come in,” I call.
