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Chapters (48)
  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

Tate’s lips crash against mine swallowing my whimper, his fingers sliding up my hips as he whispers against my lips. “Then we won’t push it, pretty angel.” A fucking lie. He grips my waist and thrusts in. Carter groans, his cock being pushed deeper. “F-fuck, w-what the fuck Tate.” He lets out a shuddering breath, quickly pulling out, his hands rubbing soft soothing circles into my skin, whispering sweet reassurances against my ear. “I’m sorry, baby,” Carter breathes, his lips brushing against my neck, his voice soft. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Too much, Tate,” I whisper, my voice hoarse, broken, my hands grasping for anything as Tate holds me still against him.

Tate groans against my shoulder, his hands sliding up my stomach. “I know, pretty angel,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my skin. “I know.”

He doesn’t pull out, doesn’t let me go. But he doesn’t push further either. Instead, he just rolls his hips, slow, deep, lazy thrusts that aren’t meant to take, aren’t meant to ruin but just to keep me full, to keep me grounded, to let me feel him. I whimper, my head laying against his shoulder, my body trembling from how soft, how gentle he’s being, from how different this is from everything we’ve done before. Tate doesn’t fuck me like he’s trying to break me this time. He fucks me like he wants to keep me. Carter moves from behind me, kneeling beside us, his lips finding mine, soft, warm, lingering. His thumbs stroke over my cheeks, his kisses slow, worshipping. “You deserve to be treated like the angel you are for us,” he whispers, his fingers brushing down my stomach before slipping between my thighs and Tate. I gasp as he finds my clit, rubbing me so softly, sending little aftershocks of pleasure rippling through my body.

Tate groans, his hands sliding up to cup my breasts, his fingers rolling my nipples, his breath ragged against my ear. “That’s right, pretty angel,” he murmurs. “You belong to us. No one else will ever fucking touch you like this.”

Carter nods, his lips trailing down my jaw, his voice thick with emotion. “Ours,” he whispers. “Always.”