Novels by Dirty Cupidxx

Chapter 93.The End: The Final Risk. Lila Moreau’ POVThe investigation started quietly. Someone noticed too many private appointments with the same patient. Whispers in the corridors. A senior nurse kept asking questions. Mr. Franklin called me late one night.“We cannot wait,” he said. “Come to the old storage room in the basement tonight. All of us. One last session before they dig deeper.”I went. My heart raced the whole way. The basement room was small and dim. Old exam table in the center. Monitors pushed against the wall. No windows. Just one locked door.All four doctors were already there when I arrived. Mr. Franklin looked tense. Dr. Hale still had his smug smile but his eyes were serious. Dr. Vale had the sedation machine ready. Dr. Voss stood with his arms crossed.“Last time,” Mr. Franklin said. “Strip and get on the table. We make this count.”I took off every piece of clothing. Naked in front of them one final time. They strapped me down. Wrists. Ankles. Waist. Legs

Chapter 92.The Private Team Consultation. Lila Moreau’ POVThe messages kept coming in. Mr. Franklin finally replied to everyone. He said my condition needed a joint review. A private “team consultation” after hours. All four doctors would be there to stabilize my heart properly. The hospital had an empty conference room they sometimes used for special cases. No one else would know.I arrived late in the evening. My heart was already racing. The room had a large padded table in the middle with monitors around it. Dim lights. Four white coats waited for me.Mr. Franklin stood at the head. His face looked serious but his eyes were dark with heat. Dr. Marcus Hale leaned against the wall with his smug smile. Dr. Soren Vale had the sedation machine ready. Dr. Lucian Voss stood with his arms crossed, cold as ever.“Miss Moreau,” Mr. Franklin said. “Clothes off. Lie on the table. We are doing this together tonight.”I undressed slowly. Naked in front of all four of them. My skin felt hot e

Chapter 91.Rising Risks and Built Up Tension. Lila Moreau’ POVThe next few days felt dangerous. My heart started acting up more often. Every time I thought about the doctors it would flutter hard. Mr. Franklin texted me every morning to check my pulse. Dr. Hale sent a message about the new images he wanted. Dr. Vale asked if I needed another relaxation session.Even Dr. Voss left a short note saying my case needed follow-up.I felt pulled in every direction. Guilty. Excited. Scared.And especially wanted. There was no hiding the fact that I was a slut for these doctors.One evening I had two appointments close together. First with Dr. Hale for a quick check on the latest scan. Then I was supposed to see Mr. Franklin right after. The times overlapped a little but I tried to hurry.Dr. Hale met me in the radiology room again. He smiled his smug smile. “Quick one today. Skirt up. Panties down. Let me see if everything still responds well.”I lifted my skirt and pulled my panties to m

Chapter 90.Franklin’ Jealousy Reclamation. Lila Moreau’ POVI walked into Mr. Franklin’s office the next evening. The room felt tense. He sat behind his desk with the lights low. His face looked hard. Not a single trace of a smile. He stood up as I entered and locked the door right behind.“Strip,” he said almost immediately. His voice was low but sharp. “Everything off. Now.”I took off my clothes fast, standing naked in front of him. My body still felt sore from Dr. Voss’ session as I could still feel the blooming sting on my ass. The pain did nothing to ease the little ache between my legs.Mr. Franklin walked around me slowly like a predator circling his meal. His eyes moved over every mark. “Turn around. Bend over the desk.”I bent forward, spreading my legs to showcase my wet folds that were sticking together. He ran his hand over my ass. Fingers tracing the faint red spots.“Voss did this,” he said. “Hale used his probe on you. Vale put you under gas and strapped you down.

Chapter 89.The Senior Second Opinion. Lila Moreau’ POVThe hospital sent me a new message the next day. It said my case needed a senior second opinion.I was used to this white lie now. Dr. Lucian Voss would see me. He was older and stricter than the others. Private room. After hours.I felt nervous when I walked in. The room was cold and bright. Dr. Lucian Voss stood by the desk. Tall; about 6”3. Gray hair. Cold eyes. White coat buttoned all the way up. He looked at me like I was a new problem to fix.“Miss Moreau,” he said. His voice sounded sharp. “Mr. Franklin and the others have been too soft with you. Your heart still acts up. Today, we do a proper exam. Take off all your clothes. Stand in front of the table. Legs apart.”I undressed quickly. Naked in the bright light. I stood with my feet wide. My hands stayed at my sides, clenched as I was anticipating what was to come.Dr. Voss put on gloves. He walked around me slowly. “Hands behind your head. Chest out. Let me see every

Chapter 88.The Deeper Sedation Session.Lila Moreau’ POVI never went to visit Mr Franklin. I don’t know why. The hospital called me again the next afternoon. Dr. Soren Vale wanted another session. He said the first test showed promise but we needed deeper relaxation to really control my heart spikes. I went in after hours. My hands shook when I walked into the same room.Dr. Vale waited for me. Same calm face. Same smooth voice. The table looked the same but this time extra straps waited on the sides.“Miss Moreau,” he said. “Last time you responded well to light gas. Today we go a bit deeper. Take off all your clothes and lie down.”I undressed fast. Naked again. I climbed onto the table. The padding felt familiar now. Dr. Vale strapped my wrists first. Then my ankles. He added one more strap across my waist so I could not lift my hips. I stayed completely open and still.“Comfortable enough?” he asked.“Yes,” I said. My voice already sounded small.He placed the mask over my no

Chapter 8The Midnight Edge.Kai’s POV Man, I just couldn’t get any sleep.My phone said it was way past two. The room felt sticky and warm, even with the fan spinning. I kept tossing around, kicking the sheet off, then pulling it back up. Every little noise in the old house made me tense up. And through the wall, Damon’s bed wouldn’t stop creaking. Like he was flipping around same as me. Guy was awake too. I knew it.After staring at the ceiling for what felt like forever, I said screw it. Got up, rubbed my eyes, and headed downstairs. Needed something cold to drink. Kitchen was totally dark till I pulled the fridge open. That little light hit me and I just stood there chugging water straight from the bottle. The cold felt good going down my throat.Then I heard feet on the tile. Bare feet.Damon walked in wearing only those black boxers. His hair was sticking up all crazy, like he’d been beating up his pillow. He stopped dead when he spotted me. We both just froze for a beat, not

Chapter 7Kai’s POV “Hurrgh…” I breathed out as I dropped my bag onto the floor.I really hated being back in this house.It still smelled the same. Old wood and Mom’s vanilla candle stuff. I hauled the last suitcase up the stairs. My arms were killing me. Twenty-two and here I was, moving back in like some loser. All because of that ugly divorce.Damon was already there in the hallway. Twenty-eight, tall, and looking like he owned the gym. He leaned against my old bedroom door with his arms folded. No shirt on. Just those gray sweatpants sitting low. His dark eyes followed every step I took.“You sure took your time,” he said. Voice all deep and lazy.I dropped the suitcase. It hit the floor hard. “Some of us have actual jobs, Damon. Not everybody just sits around playing king of the house.”He gave that smirk. The same one he’s had since we were kids. “King of the house? That’s funny. Last I remember, you ran off the second you hit eighteen. Now you’re crawling back.”My face got

Chapter 6Alex’s POVI showed up the next evening like a dumbass who learned nothing. Told myself it was just another training session. My ass still felt sore from last night and every step reminded me of Marcus’s cum leaking out.I walked in pretending everything was normal. Heart already banging.Marcus was at the front desk looking tense. He saw me and his face did that guilty twitch. “Alex. You shouldn’t be here.”“I booked the slot,” I said, trying to sound casual. My voice came out shy and cracked anyway.He locked the door behind me without another word. We didn’t even pretend to warm up. He grabbed my shirt and pulled me straight to the showers. The tiles were cold. Water turned on hot and loud.Marcus shoved me against the wall. “This is the last time,” he muttered, but his hands were already yanking my shorts down. “My wife is home with the baby kicking and I’m here again like a fucking idiot.”He spit on his hand and pushed two fingers in me first. I gasped and laughed nerv

Chapter 5. No Witness.Alex’s POVMarcus didn’t give me time to think. He just grabbed my wrist and yanked me toward the big open mats. My shorts were already halfway down my legs and my dick was bouncing around like it had its own plan. I almost tripped. Felt like a total idiot but my heart was racing too fast to care.He pushed me down on all fours. The mat was cool under my palms. Marcus shoved his shorts low enough to pull his cock out. It was thick and heavy and slapped against my ass cheek. He spit in his hand real quick and rubbed it on himself.“Fuck this is stupid,” he muttered. “Wife’s probably wondering why I’m not home yet. Texting me about the baby moving around. And I’m here ready to raw my brother’s best friend like some horny asshole.”I let out a nervous laugh that came out more like a whimper. “Coach you sure about this?”He didn’t answer with words. Just lined up and pushed in. The burn made me suck in a sharp breath. He went slow at first but I could feel how bad

Chapter 4.Private Session. Alex’s POV.I got to the gym right at 9:45, already kicking myself for showing up this late. The place felt empty as hell; just the AC running and some random weight clanging way in the back. I picked the last training slot because work kept me stuck till eight every damn night. Coach Marcus was the only one still around. Probably dumb on my part.He was waiting by the squat rack, arms crossed, looking massive like always. Tattoos all over, that tight black shirt stretched across his chest. His wife is eight months pregnant and everybody knows it. He drops her name sometimes like it’s a warning sign.“You’re late, Alex,” he said, no smile, just that deep voice.“Sorry Coach. Traffic was shit.”He threw me a towel. “Warm up. We’re doing heavy squats. Take the hoodie off; I gotta see your form right.”I yanked the hoodie off quick. My tank was already damp from the walk. Marcus gave me a once-over. His eyes hung on my waist a little longer than normal. I got

Chapter 3.Aftermath & Round Three (or Was It Four?)Rick’s POVBy the time most of the guys had started tapping out one by one, the living room looked no different than a crime scene produced from a very sticky porno. Scattered all over the floor were empty lube bottles, discarded condoms, random pieces of clothing, and one very sad, half-melted chocolate cake that somehow never got eaten.Only the real grinders remained: Tim, Jax (who apparently, ran on pure protein and spite), and Derek; my quiet accounting coworker who had somehow turned into a complete demon once the lights got lower.I was a total wreck. Voice gone, legs shaking, body covered in drying cum and sweat. My hole felt used in the best and worst way possible: puffy, sloppy, still twitching like it hadn’t gotten the memo that the party was supposed to slow down.Tim carried me onto the bed in our room, the others following like hungry wolves who’d only taken the edge off.“One more round, baby,” he murmured against my