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"You took my cock so fucking well." Seven praises me, holding my hips and kissing the nape of my neck.

"Now let's see how well you take mine with Seven in your ass." Kane guides me down onto his cock, making me moan into his mouth as they both fill me up. I've never felt so utterly consumed by pleasure, and it's all I can do to hold on to Kane's shoulders as I surrender to the overwhelming sensations that consume my body.

The only sounds in the room are our ragged breaths and the slapping of flesh against flesh as Ace and Stone continue to entwine next to us. I'm lost in the euphoria, my mind and body entwined in the experience, and I revel in every moment of it.

As I go to let out a moan from feeling both men fuck my holes, Stone wraps the belt around my throat and tightens it, quickly shoving his cock between my lips.

"If it's too tight, bite me gently." He smirks, wickedly curling on his lips as he thrusts into my mouth.

Feeling full and overwhelmed, I begin to relax, submitting to the pleasure of being fucked hard and deep, as the pain slowly subsides. I push my palms against Kane's abdomen, bouncingon his cock, while Seven surges his hips into my ass, increasing the pace and depth of his cock.

The belt tightens around my throat, cutting off my air. But I still suck Stone's dick while Ace fucks his ass.

And I still slide up and down on Kane's cock while Seven pounds into my ass, both men only separated by a thin layer of skin inside me.

I shake.

I pant.

I drool

I writhe.

I gradually come undone, each hole in my body filled to the brim, and I have never felt more alive.

The pleasure overwhelms me, and I feel every part of my body being consumed by raw, unfiltered desire. It's as if I'm floating in a euphoric haze, my mind and body completely consumed by the sensations. In that moment, I embrace the wild abandonment that has gripped me, giving in to the need, lust, and desire that run through my veins.

The room is filled with the sound of our ragged breaths, grunts, groans, and loud moans, as well as the intense ecstasy of our bodies slapping together. I moan with Stone's dick down my throat, feeling a rush of pure pleasure as Kane and Seven continue to fill me completely, fucking me harder and deeper with everything they have. The sensation is overwhelming, and I enjoy every moment of the experience.

Suddenly, I feel the belt tighten around my throat, and I surrender to the pleasure of being taken so hard and deep that the hot leather begins to cut off my air supply. However, it only intensifies the sensations coursing through my body. As Stone presses his cock against my lips, I obediently begin to suck him gently, still riding Kane's cock as Seven surges into my ass.

The room spins with passion and lust, and I lose control, giving in to the intoxicating pleasure that consumes me. I writhe with ecstasy, feeling alive in ways I never thought possible. Each movement, each touch, propels me to new heights, and I revel in the wild abandon that has overtaken me.

twenty-one

Admitting Guilt

S e v e n

My fingers are stained yellow from the nicotine, smoking cigarette after cigarette in hopes that they fucking calm my nerves and suppress my extreme guilt. The air—humid and crisp—washes over me as the heavy wind picks up from off of the ocean, turning the waves wild and daring.

A storm is coming, and not just the one brewing inside of me.

As much as I try to, I can't fucking get Emerson off of my mind; she's all I fucking think about, especially lately. She has woven her way deep into my soul, almost as if she has always been there. I've always wanted her to be mine, but I live by the code, and that code meant that she was absolutely forbidden. Somewhere along the long, torturous road, the lines betweenloyalty and love blurred, and I was sick of fighting my deepest desires—craving the one girl I could not fucking have.

But the fucking guilt still gets to me, making me feel like a terrible fucking person for betraying my best friend. My fucked-up logic was that my best friend should be happy for me that I found love for the first time, even if it was with his little sister.

The truth is, I can't keep denying what I feel for Emerson. The way she looks at me, the way she makes me feel alive—it's undeniable. The storm inside me is raging, and I can't hold it back anymore. I need to face the consequences of my feelings and own up to my actions. I need to tell my best friend the truth, and I need to face whatever comes my way.

As warm raindrops begin to sprinkle from the thick, dark clouds floating above me, I release a pent up sigh, my body slightly relaxing. The moment I hang my head and shut my eyes, the door swings open behind me, shutting with a loud slam, but not before a blast of music filters out.

"I was wondering where you were," Kane joins me on the bench by the curb of the bar, clasping his hand around my shoulder.

"I needed some air," I muttered, inhaling another drag off the cancer stick at the same time. "I needed a smoke."

He chuckles, bumping my shoulder with his. "You can't go back there. She asked to be alone."

"I'm not thinking about that, as enticing as it sounds." I raise my head and open my eyes, feeling the guilt start to eat me alive.