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"I don't plan on stopping until my hand is soaked in your cum." Sinking his teeth into the side of my neck, right over a pearl-shaped bruise, he pounds harder, scraping his nails against the swollen spot in my pussy that makes my legs quiver with pleasure.

Soft, sensual kisses are sprinkled all over my skin, and the sensation of his lips leaving a burning trail in their wake sets my body on fire. I buck my hips, chasing the depth of his fingers as they fuck my pussy mercilessly.

My mind is whirling.

My clit is aching.

My pussy gushes, and as he adds another finger, he quickens the pace and hammers all three deep inside me in a brutal corkscrew motion.

"Stone, please." A whisper escapes my lips as my body convulses against his, my pussy violently squeezing around his fingers, attempting to fight them off.

Grabbing my head, he turns my head to the side and kisses me, tickling the back of my throat with the barbell in his tongue. He pushes on my lower belly, holding me down so my ass doesn't lift off the chair. And then he fucks me with his fingers like they were his cock, pounding them deep and fast, leaving my pussy soaked.

As the waves continued to crash on the shore, we became lost in our own world, which was much simpler and less confusing than the one outside of our small bubble. Stone's touch was both gentle and rough, creating an ideal combination that drove me insane. But despite the intensity of our connection, I couldn't push away the fears that still lingered in the back of my mind.

Damon's relentless pursuit was still haunting me, and as Stone continued to pleasure me, I couldn't help but think of what I could do about it. Even as I came all over his fingers and soaked his hand like he wanted me to.

The danger piqued my interest.

The risks turned me on.

The fear energized me.

And I knew I was probably as insane as Damon was, if not more.

nineteen

The Pearl Necklace

K a n e

Waiting in the dark alley behind the SSB Club, Eli and I lean against our bikes, passing a blunt laced with dust back and forth. With each hit, we keep our helmets on and allow the smoke to fill the small space, hotboxing it until we open our visors and watch it quickly spill out. We stand silently, coughing through a thick cloud of tainted smoke, looking for the only reason we are back in Dorchester—Damon.

Emerson has been moving forward in a healthy manner, even if she is exploring the fun she can have with the four of us, but Damon continues to hold her back. Between showing up at the beach house and calling her every minute of the night, she is living in fear and can not let go completely.

So we're going to help move shit along.

Eli paces back and forth anxiously, kicking loose rocks on the pavement. "Where the fuck is he?" he seethes, burying his hands in his pockets to keep them occupied.

"He should be here shortly. He thinks he's meeting Emerson, so he shouldn't flake." I shrug and take another hit from the blunt, feeling the angel dust tingle along my spine and shoulders.

Eli nods, his jaw clenched, as he searches the alley for Damon. I can see the worry and determination in his eyes—the same feelings that are churning inside of me. We can't let Damon continue to hold Emerson back and keep her trapped in this cycle of fear and control.

But as the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, a strange sensation twists inside my stomach.

"I knew I was being fucking played," Damon says, standing behind us as we slowly turn around, an evil, chilling grin on his lips.

Eli charges at him, lowering his head and slamming his helmet against Damon's ribs, causing him to stumble backwards.

"Leave my fucking sister alone, D. Don't make me fucking kill you!" His scream echoes between the buildings, drowning out the faint sound of nearby gunfire.

I just stand here, letting the two of them fight for a few moments before separating them. "That is enough, both of you." I spit at Damon's feet, removing my helmet. "Why the fuck are you here if you already knew it was us?"

He grins wickedly, making me even more uneasy.

Damon reaches into his pocket, licking the blood off his lip from one of Eli's punches, and pulls out a familiar pearl necklace, which makes my fucking blood boil.

"I figured Emerson would want this back; it is her favorite," he laughs, dangling the precious necklace from his fingers.