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As we're both consumed in the madness of overpowering lust, I feel the unmistakable surge of release building up inside me. My grip on her throat tightens, and she gasps for air, her eyes locked onto mine, and I can feel that she's close too.
"Fuck!" she screams, arching her back and slamming down harder, her head thrown back so her eyes are on the shimmering stars.
With one final, powerful thrust, we both reached our climax, our breaths and moans filling the night air as the waves and the moon became the only witnesses to an act—forbidden yet undeniable—unfurling against the backdrop of night. My cum jets into her, my cock throbbing between her tightly clenching walls as she unravels before me, soaking me exactly like I told her to.
"Ahhh," she moans, leaning forward so her face is buried in my chest, her teeth grazing along my skin.
"Good girl. I told you this pussy was mine." I capture her lips as another wave of pleasure rips through us both, rendering us almost useless.
But I'm not done.
Holding her hips one more time, I slam her down even harder, holding her in place as I fuck her from underneath, emptying the last of my cum into her pretty cunt, marking her whether she realizes it or not.
As we collapse on the sand, entwined in a tender embrace, I can't help but smile—the sweet taste of forbidden desire lingering on my lips, and her intoxicating release coating my cock while my cum drips out of her cunt.
Fuck, this is exactly what I've been waiting for.
fifteen
Botherly Love
E m e r s o n
Soaking in the spacious jet tub in my private bathroom, I lean my head back against the fluffy built-in pillow, letting the soft music sweep me away. The bright sun shines in through the blinds covering the large window, reminding me that it's a brand new day, full of more secrets, desires, and obsessions with forbidden men.
My entire body aches, as if I got hit by a fucking bus, even though Kane let me be in charge last night. Still, the way his massive cock ripped me apart makes me shiver and ache as I continue thinking about it.
Oh, Emerson, I sigh aloud, disappointed in myself for sleeping withnot onlyoneof the men that my father told me to stay away from,but two of them.
Even though the guilt is heavy and intense, a small part of me doesn't feel bad at all.
Does that make me a bad person?
I force the filthy thoughts to the back of my cluttered mind, squeezing a glob of soap onto the black loofah in my hand as the pulsating jets in the tub hammer into my back. Washing every inch of my body, I notice the bruises left by Damon are slowly fading, and a grateful smile curls on my lips.Finally.
But just as soon as Damon entered my mind, he was out of it, and Kane and Seven took his place.
I remind myself of the lies I need to tell. The excuses, the stories, to keep my secret life hidden from the people who care about me.
But why should I have to lie? Why can't I just be myself and live without fear of judgment and consequences?Because the truth is, the mystery and danger are what draw me in. The allure of these forbidden men and the adrenaline rush of my double life cloud my judgment and fuel my desires, making me want them even more.
Stepping out of the tub, I wrap myself in a plush robe and pad over to the closet to choose my outfit for the day. As I flick through the clothes, I catch my reflection in the mirror and pause. There's a fire in my eyes—a determination to embrace the thrilling chaos I've created for myself.
Despite the guilt, the fear, and the self-doubt, a part of me revels in the chaos. And as I slip into my jeans and tank top, I feel a surge of confidence.
Maybe I am a bad girl, but does it really matter if I'm enjoying every moment of it?
I shake off the doubt and head out the door, ready to face the day and whatever secrets, desires, and obsessions it brings.
Of course, the first one I see when I enter the kitchen is Eli, sitting alone at the table with a cup of coffee, looking over security footage on his laptop from the club back in Dorchester.
"Morning, Em," he says without looking up, his tone unreadable, making me slightly nervous.
"Morning, Eli," I answer cheerfully as I pour a cup of coffee and join him at the table, the sound of chirping birds creating a symphony just outside the open French doors.
"Sleep well?" He looks at me, raising his pierced eyebrow, a cunning grin on his lips.
"Like a baby." I nod, stretch, and look around, uncomfortable with the silence that follows my words, filling the very foundation of the house. "Where is everyone?"