LOGINChapter 3The latex snaps sharp as I peel the gloves off my hands, the sound cutting through the thick, musky air of the room. My fingers are still slick with her, Sunny’s taste clinging to my skin, her scent wrapped around me like a fucking vice. She’s sprawled there on the medical bed, legs still spread in the stirrups, that fresh silver barbell glinting between her swollen lips, the gemstones catching the harsh overhead light every time she twitches. Her chest rises and falls too fast, her nipples hard little points under the flimsy paper covering her torso, the rest of her bare and glistening. The piercing’s already making her throb, I can see it in the way her thighs tremble, the way her hips lift just a fraction off the bed like she’s trying to grind against nothing.I don’t give her time to recover.My cock’s a fucking iron bar against my jeans, the denim so tight it’s painful, but I don’t touch myself. Not yet. Instead, I step closer, my boots thudding heavy on the linoleum
Chapter 2The room still hums with the aftershocks of my orgasm, my breath coming in ragged little gasps as I lie sprawled on the medical bed, legs still spread in the stirrups. The cool air kisses my slick, swollen pussy, and I can feel how wet I am, how obscenely open, how exposed. Tyrone’s dark chuckle rumbles through the space between us, his gloved fingers glistening with my cum as he pulls them from his mouth with a slow, deliberate pop. His tongue flicks over his lower lip, savoring, and my traitorous body clenches at the sight.“Sweet,” he murmurs again, voice rough, like gravel under slow tires. His free hand,,still sheathed in latex, traces up my inner thigh, his touch warm against my overheated skin. “But we ain’t done yet, princess.” His fingers drift higher, teasing the outer lips of my pussy, and I whimper, oversensitive, my clit still throbbing from the orgasm he just wrung out of me. Tyrone’s smirk sharpens, all teeth and dark intent. “Good girl.” He turns, the lat
Chapter 1The bell above the door jingles, as I step inside Ink & Steel, the scent of antiseptic and leather hitting me before the air conditioning does. My fingers twitch around the strap of my purse, knuckles whitening. The shop’s all black walls and filled with neon It feels like I’m about to throw up. But here I am, Sunny fucking Carter, twenty-four years old and sweating through my tank top because I’m actually doing this. Getting my pussy pierced.I drag my gaze from the display case of glittering jewelry to the man behind the counter. His name tag says Tyrone .He looks Six-foot-something and he’s dark skin, with inked arms crossed over his chest.His bald head gleams under the overhead lights, and when he looks up from his phone, his eyes lock onto mine like he’s already undressing me with them. Not that I’m complaining. The way his biceps stretch the sleeves of his black tee makes my throat go dry.“You lost, sweetheart?” His voice is rough, the kind that vibrates right be
Chapter 5His thumb presses against my asshole, the pressure relentless, and I feel the burn as he breaches me, just the tip of his thumb at first, then deeper, stretching me open. Zephryx’s fingers never stop moving inside my cunt, his tongue still lashing at my clit, and the dual sensations make my head spin.Dravenyx pulls back just enough to let me gasp for air, his cock glistening with my saliva. “You’re going to take both of them,” he says, his voice a dark promise. “And you’re going to love it.” His hand wraps around my throat, not tight enough to cut off my air, but enough to remind me who’s in control. Vaelor’s thumb pulls free, and I feel the blunt head of his cock press against me, insistent. “Breathe,” he orders, and then he shoves.The burn is white-hot, tearing, my body resisting even as my traitorous cunt clenches around Zephryx’s fingers. Vaelor doesn’t stop. He doesn’t care. His hands grip my hips, his thumbs digging into the dimples above my ass as he forces himsel
Chapter 4The moment Dravenyx pulls out, my body jerks forward like a puppet with cut strings, my cunt clenching around nothing but air. A whine tears from my throat before I can stop it…It’s raw, needy, pathetic. His hands clamp around my waist, fingers digging into the bruises already blooming there, and with one brutal motion, he flips me onto my back. The black silk sticks to my sweat-slicked skin, cool and obscene beneath me. My breath comes in ragged gasps, my tits heaving, nipples still throbbing from Vaelor’s cruel pinches. I don’t even have time to blink before they’re on me.Zephryx descends first, his mouth sealing over my left breast like a brand. His teeth sink in, not a nibble, not a tease, but a bite, sharp enough to make me arch off the bed with a scream. The copper tang of blood hits my tongue an instant later, my own, from where I’ve bitten my lip. His free hand slams down on my sternum, pinning me to the silk as his tongue lashes over the abused peak, soothing an
Chapter 3The moment my knees hit the black silk, the air left my lungs in a sharp hiss. The fabric was cool beneath me, a stark contrast to the heat pooling between my thighs, the ache in my jaw from biting back moans, the sting of their fingers still ghosting over my skin. I didn’t have time to steady myself.Dravenyx’s hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back so hard my spine arched. My breath came in ragged gasps, my bare breasts heaving as the firelight flickered over the three of them, turning their shadows into something monstrous, something hungry.Zephryx stepped in front of me first, his thighs brushing my knees as he loomed over me. His free hand, still slick with my arousal, They traced the curve of my throat, his touch possessive, his nails scraping just enough to make me whimper. "Open," he commanded, voice a dark velvet growl. I parted my lips on instinct, but he didn’t feed me his cock. Not yet. Instead, he guided my mouth to the pulse point at his throat, pressin
Chapter 1The house is too quiet except for the creak of the bedspring in my parents’ room, I press my ear against the wood, my breath shallow, my fingers curling into the hem of my sleep shirt. It’s late, too late for this, but I can’t pull myself away. The air is thick with the scent of my own
Chapter 5The moment his cock slips from my mouth, I stay on my knees, my lips still parted, my tongue flicking out to catch the last salty drop of him. My thighs are slick with my own arousal, my skin still stinging from the belt, my body humming with the aftershocks of the orgasm he forced from
Chapter 1I step into the detention room, the door clicking shut behind me. My sneakers scuff against the floor, the sound too loud in the quiet space.And then I see him.Mr. Ruger leans against the edge of his desk, arms crossed over his broad chest, his dark suit stretching just enough to hint a
Chapter 3His fingers tighten around my chin as he forces my gaze to stay locked on his. The cold, dark hunger in his eyes makes my stomach clench, my pussy still throbbing from the last time he filled me. His thumb presses into my lower lip, dragging it down just enough to expose my teeth before







