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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

“We didn’t fuck around. Much.” He added that last word with a sardonic glance in my direction. “At least I didn’t carve a damn heart into her finger.”

I shoved the back of his head as I got up. “I’m going to bed before I carve you up too. Don’t stay out here all night.”

“I won’t.” He waved me away, and I had my hand on the door when he suddenly said, “Hey, Manson?”

“Yeah?”

“What if she wanted to?”

I turned back, my hand still gripping the doorknob. “Wanted to what?”

“What if she wanted to…you know…” He was trying so hard to sound casual. “What if she wanted to get involved? With us?”

I took a deep breath.

“What if she wanted to get involved with us…” I repeated the words slowly, mulling them over as I had so many times. Too many times. “What if she admitted she’d been wrong all along and wanted to give this a try? What if she said she’d been hiding her true feelings because she was scared of rejection, but she was ready to throw all that away? What if she woke up tomorrow and changed her whole life to be with us? Damn her mother, fuck her friends, forget her plans. What if?” I shook my head, wrenching open the door. “That’s way too many what-ifs for me.”

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17

Jessica

I didn’t think I would be able to sleep that night. The unfamiliar room was full of strange shapes and smells, the house creaking and settling around me. I’d avoided even going near this house for so many years, and now I was lying in it.

Lying with a sore butt, throbbing clit, and more shame than I knew what to do with.

The door was shut, so unless Jason had cameras under his blankets, there was absolutely nothing to stop me from disobeying Manson’s orders and getting off. But I didn’t. I wasn’t even sure why, only that something stopped me every time my hand got close. I lay there, squirming uncomfortably, replaying what they’d done to me over and over until it became a filthy yet delicious loop in my head. Lucas spitting Manson’s cum into my mouth, the warmth of Jason’s tongue, the stinging smack of Vincent’s hand…

I briefly closed my aching eyes to rest them. The next thing I knew, the heavy curtain over the window was framed with light, and I could hear birdsong drifting in from outside.

It was morning.

I sat up, stretching my arms and rolling out my shoulders. I’d slept better than I had in a long time, but my ass stung every time I moved, like a bad sunburn on both cheeks. Having not showered last night, I surely looked like a mess. I grabbed my phone from the bedside table, surprised it still had any battery left.