LOGINChapter 2The door creaks wider, and the sight that hits me knocks the air straight out of my lungs. Ayra stands there completely naked, her skin glowing with a fresh sheen of sweat and sex. Her tits are flushed pink, nipples still hard and glistening. Trails of cum are slowly dripping down the inside of her thighs, catching the dim hallway light. She looks like pure ecstasy with wild hair, swollen lips, and that dangerous, hungry look in her eyes as they lock onto mine.She doesn’t say a word at first. Just grabs my stepbrother’s hand and yanks him into the room like she owns the place. His boxer briefs are barely containing him, the thick outline of his cock straining the fabric, the swollen head already peeking out, slick and shiny with her juices."Fuck me again," Ayra demands, her voice low and raspy, still hoarse from screaming earlier. "Right here. Right now. I want your brother to watch every second of it."She pushes past me, her bare hip brushing against my leg, leaving a
Chapter 1The silence in our house feels too damn much. It’s hick, heavy, and humming with the kind of tension that makes your skin crawl. Six months ago, I suggested the open marriage like a goddamn genius. I thought it would spice things up, give me a taste of new pussy, fresh lips, eager hands all over me. Ayra’s eyes had lit up like Christmas morning. Now here I am, alone in the spare bedroom, listening to my wife get absolutely railed in our own bed down the hall.My phone lies dead on the nightstand. Zero matches. Zero replies. Meanwhile, hers has been blowing up nonstop, guys practically begging to wreck her. The taste of that irony is bitter as hell.A loud, throaty moan cuts through the wall, followed by the steady, filthy rhythm of our bedframe slamming. I can picture every detail: Ayra on all fours, that perfect ass up in the air, some stranger’s hands digging into her hips while he drives into her from behind. Her favorite position. The one she used to beg me for when
Chapter 9Kieran stood beside Marcus, stroking his own cock as he watched. “Look at her face, man. She loves it.”Marcus reached out, brushing my hair from my eyes. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispered. His hand moved down to cup one of my breasts, thumb circling the sensitive nipple. The tenderness mixed with the rough thrust of Jax’s hips made my head spin.Jax picked up speed, fucking me harder, deeper. His balls slapped against my clit with every stroke. The couch creaked. I was loud, gasping, moaning, begging for more. Pregnancy had made me insatiable.Kieran stepped closer and fed me his cock. I sucked him eagerly, hollowing my cheeks, taking him deep into my throat while Jax railed me from behind. The dual sensation had me floating.They switched after a while. Kieran took my pussy, slower and grinding, hitting that spot that made me see stars. Jax moved to my mouth, letting me taste myself on him. Marcus stayed right there, touching wherever he could, my swollen bell
Chapter 8One year later, and somehow this had become our normal.I stood in front of the full-length mirror in the master bedroom, turning sideways to admire the soft swell of my belly. Four months pregnant. The doctor said everything looked perfect. After two long years of Marcus dreaming about this, whispering late at night about a little one running through the house, filling the empty rooms with laughter.I was finally carrying his child. Or at least, we all agreed it was his in every way that mattered. The love, the home we’d built around his limitations, the way he’d given me to his best friends so I could feel whole again. This baby was ours. All of ours.The front door banged open downstairs, followed by deep male laughter and the jangle of keys. They were back from dropping Marcus off after our night out. We’d gone to that little Italian place downtown, the one with the dim lights and the wine list that made Kieran’s eyes light up. I’d sipped sparkling water and let them
Chapter 7“I’m your filthy whore!” The words broke on a moan as pleasure coiled tighter in my belly.They swapped without warning. Kieran pulled out and moved behind me, slamming into my dripping pussy in one brutal thrust. Jax gripped my hair and fed his cock, still tasting of my ass, into my mouth. The depraved flavor made me whimper, but I sucked him eagerly, hollowing my cheeks.Kieran fucked my pussy with long, grinding strokes, hitting that perfect spot inside me over and over. “Goddamn, she’s creaming all over me,” he groaned. “So fucking wet for this.”They used me like that for what felt like hours, switching holes, changing angles, dragging out every sensation. Jax would pull my hair and make me look at Marcus while he railed my ass. Kieran would pinch and slap my tits, making them bounce as he fucked my throat. My body became a slick, trembling mess of pleasure. Orgasms rolled through me one after another, each one longer and more devastating than the last. I squirted ar
Chapter 6The kitchen smelled like raw sex…thick, musky, and filthy. Sweat, cum, and my own dripping arousal hung heavy in the air. My body was still shaking, muscles twitching from the brutal orgasm they’d just ripped out of me. I turned my head slowly, neck aching, and met Marcus’s gaze across the room. His eyes were bottomless pits of pain, love, and a hunger so sharp it hurt to look at. His hand was still stretched toward me, trembling in the air like he could somehow pull me back from the edge we’d all crossed.Cum streaked my face, warm and sticky across my cheeks and lips. More of it coated my breasts, dripping in slow, obscene trails down my stomach. I felt marked. Claimed. Ruined in the best and worst ways.The soft whir of Marcus’s wheelchair cut through the heavy silence. He pushed forward, knuckles bone-white on the rims, eyes locked on the sight of me pinned between his two best friends. Jax and Kieran were still pressed against me, their bodies hot and slick, cocks ha
Chapter 1 The box sits on the edge of the bed, its sleek black packaging unmarked except for a single silver logo, an M with a curve wrapping around it. I’d been staring at it for ten minutes, my fingers twitching, my pulse a steady thrum in my throat. The air in the room somehow felt thick, hum
Chapter 2My mind goes back to yesterday, the machine fucker, the orgasms and of course the mystery man. Then a message arrives.The buzz of my phone against my hand makes me jump. I shouldn’t be this on edge; it’s just another night alone, just another distraction, but something about the unknown
Chapter 3I stir in my bed, my wrists and ankles wrapped in smooth silk restraints.The bed beneath me feels soft yet firm, the sheets cool against my bare skin. Morning light shines through sheer curtains, painting golden streaks across my body as I try to stay awake. My mind is slow to clear, s
Chapter 3Weeks had already passed. Slow at first… then fast.Like every day was slipping through my fingers before I could grab it.I didn’t expect life with Matteo to feel normal. Or calm. Or quiet.But somehow it did.He didn’t chain me to anything.Didn’t order me around.Didn’t treat me like p







