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  1. Table of Contents
  2. Content Note
  3. A Note From The Author
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  56. Acknowledgements
  57. Also By Harley Laroux
  58. About The Author

“Lucas!” His name fell broken from my lips, punctuated with a sob. The table groaned at his pace, squeaking on the tile. He gripped my legs, his hands closing over my own as he jerked me toward him with every thrust.

“This is what you needed, isn’t it?” he said. “A good, hard fuck to teach you your place, remind you whose pussy this is.” I groaned, clenching around him. “I don’t care how many cocks you’ve had. I don’t give a single fuck how many bodies you’ve been with. This pussy is ours and it has always been ours.”

The pleasure tightened low inside me, pulsating, reverberating through my limbs. “It-it hurts…so good…”

“Say it,” Manson ordered, keeping a grip on my hair as Lucas pounded me. “Whose pussy is this, Jessica?”

“Yours!” I cried out as Lucas’s brutal pace wrenched animalistic sounds from me. My legs were twitching, every stroke drawing out my ecstasy until I couldn’t think.

“That’s right,” Lucas growled. “That’s fucking right. And we’re going to wreck this cunt for anyone else, you hear me?

I nodded mindlessly. Lucas fucked me like he hated me, my cries spurring him on until he was throbbing inside me. He clenched his teeth as he slowed, pressing himself so deep that it ached.

Manson’s voice cut through the blanket of pleasure smothering my brain. “I think we should leave her with a reminder of who owns her, pup.”

“Damn right.” Lucas’s voice was ragged as he leaned over me, his face looming before my tear-filled eyes. “You’re going to get on your knees and take our cum on your face, little fucktoy.”

I gasped as he pulled out of me. I was pulled up from the table, dizzy and stumbling, and Manson shoved me to my knees. They both stood over me, shoulder to shoulder. Lucas jerked his cock inches from my face, his expression caught somewhere between agony and ecstasy as he groaned. He was rough with himself, body coiled like a spring. Manson stroked himself rapidly, breath shuddering, teeth bared.

“Please,” I said. “Please come on my face.”

“Fucking…Christ…” Lucas’s cock twitched as he came, hot semen spurting over my skin. Manson followed almost immediately after, hard stuttering breaths accompanying every pulse of his cock. Their seed dripped over my cheeks, my lips, my chin. Marking me, claiming me.

Reinforcing what I already knew — they owned me.

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25

Lucas

I brought the cigarette to my lips again, savoring a slow drag. Menthol and tobacco hit my throat with a pleasant burn, the nicotine steadying my shaking hands as I looked out on the Martins’ picture-perfect backyard. The grass was trimmed, and the bushes were tightly manicured. Everything was neat and tidy. Maintained. Controlled.