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  1. Foreword
  2. Preface
  3. 1
  4. 2
  5. 3
  6. 4
  7. 5
  8. 6
  9. 7
  10. 8
  11. 9
  12. 10
  13. 11
  14. 12
  15. 13
  16. 14
  17. 15
  18. 16
  19. 17
  20. 18
  21. 19
  22. 20
  23. 21
  24. 22
  25. 23
  26. 24
  27. 25
  28. 26
  29. 27
  30. 28
  31. 29
  32. 30
  33. 31
  34. 32
  35. 33
  36. 34
  37. 35
  38. 36
  39. 37
  40. 38
  41. 39
  42. 40
  43. 41
  44. About the Author
  45. About the Author
  46. Also by S.L Gray
  47. Off the Record
  48. Book 2 in Co-op Corrupted Duet

I instantly whimper at the loss, my body twitching, my cock throbbing, aching, desperate to be inside her again, but Tate doesn’t care.

He’s already bending her over the back of the couch, lining himself up taking exactly what he wants. He slams into her, hard, deep, unrelenting, dragging a broken cry from her lips as he grips her hips, as he pulls her back onto him, as he fucks her like he’s claiming her.
His voice is possession as he groans, “This is what you wanted, pretty. To be used. To be fucked, over and over again. To be filled.”

Haven yelps again, her fingers clawing at the couch, her breath coming in sharp, uneven pants as Tate fucks her harder, his cock driving deeper, his pace punishing, brutal, unforgiving. His groan is low, his grip tightening as he thrusts into her one last time, burying himself deep as he spills inside her, filling her up with everything he has.

I can’t wait, I don’t clean her up, don’t even let him pull out before I’m shoving him away and sinking right the fuck back inside her.

Tate grunts, letting me take over, stepping back as I claim her again, as I fuck her just as hard, as I lose every last ounce of restraint.

“Fuck, Haven,” I groan, my voice breaking, “you’re so fucking full, you’re dripping with it.”

Haven whimpers, her body already shaking, but I don’t stop. I need her to know I can do it better, anything for her. I pound into her, desperate, wild.
I slam into her one last time, my breath sharp as I let go, as I spill inside her, filling her up again, my cum mixing with Tate’s as I moan against her back. I know I just completely fucking ruined us.

23

Haven

I’m barely breathing. Lying on the living room floor, sprawled out between them, my body completely spent, my limbs useless, my brain still floating somewhere between reality and the filthiest fever dream imaginable.

Everything hurts. Aches. My muscles are sore, trembling, overused.

My skin is flushed, oversensitive, heat radiating from every place they touched, every place they gripped, every place they marked. And the bruises? I can feel them already. My thighs, my waist, my wrists, all of it is pulsing with the slow, dull ache of overuse, of too much, of two men who didn’t fucking hold back.

I fucking love it. I let them do this to me. I let them ruin me.

I don’t know what the fuck happens next. Beside me, Carter is still breathing heavy, his chest rising and falling in uneven, shallow gasps, his fingers twitching like he still wants to touch me, like he doesn’t want this moment to end.