I peel my head from where I have it in his chest, and as we walk up the top step, I shake my head. “I don’t want them to touch me again.”

“They won’t.” He tells me, patting my sore ass cheek with his hand. “But we haven’t done my kink yet.”

I grab the doorframe before we walk through the threshold, and quietly I ask him what it is.

“Sharing.”

I cry out in horror, and he shakes his head. “but I won’t be doing that with you. As much as I would like to see all of your holes filled with cock all at once, I can’t.”

“Why not?” I ask.

He takes his lips to mine, “Because you’re mine.”

* * *

Kane lays me on the bed, and just like when I woke up all those hours ago, there are five men surrounding me. The shimmer of the moon illuminates their faces, and their naked bodies. I’m splayed out as the five men from the club have their cocks in their hands, stroking them to the sight of my naked body.

“I thought the kinks are over.”

Kane slides between my now open legs, the familiar feeling reminds me just how many men have done this exact thing tonight when they raped me.

But is it still considered rape if I liked it?

I’m losing my mind. No sleep, drunk, drugged, fucked, raped.

“So earlier when you asked why I didn’t have a nickname like the others.” He nudges his head back to the men who are still pumping their cocks at me. “It’s true I’m their leader but I also have two distinctive kinks.” He begins fucking me again, his cock stretching and sliding in and out of me.

I’m so wet, gushing at this point. Is that what sex feels like when you want it? My eyes roll into the back of my head, and I don’t stop them. “Good fucking girl.” He praises.

He doesn’t seem affected by the feel of me, except for an occasional groan or muffled growl. “Does it feel good… for you?” I wonder, I mean if he does this all the time is it always the same?

He bends down to nibble on my ear, “Your cunt is the best I’ve ever had.” He sneers, pounding into me. I can feel the pulse of the veins on his shaft, the weight of his girth as my pussy molds around it. “I’m so happy you asked, sweetheart.” I moan his name, not stopping the demon on my shoulder anymore.

“So, what would your names have been?” I dare to asks through parted, moaning, eager lips, too curious about his kinks.

“You know the first,” He smiles. “Share.”