S!N-DICTED: Used Till You Break.

Chapter 1.Mike’s POVImagine working 9-5 for a woman who does nothing but sit at home and makes “stay at home wife” vlog videos for her channel and what you get in return is coming back home to seeing her getting railed by a burly man twice her size. Yes! That’s the story of my life right now.I walked into the house like any other day. Flinched the keys into the bowl and kept my shoes off. The place smelled like her perfume and something else I could not place at first. Then I heard it. The bedroom. There was low grunting coming from it with her voice, the same one that used to say my name like it meant something.I pushed the bedroom door open.There she was. On her back. Legs wide open with some thick, hairy bastard between them, driving into her like he paid rent. She looked at me over his shoulder. No panic. Just a blank little stare, like I was the one interrupting.Something in my head snapped.I went straight at him. Absolutely no plan in mind. Just pure heat. We crashed int

Chapter 3.Mike’s POVI woke up the next morning still feeling him inside me. The ache sat deep and low with a constant reminder every time I shifted on the thin mattress. My phone stayed dark. There was no new messages. She was already gone, living whatever new life she thought she deserved. I told myself I did not care anymore. Even the lie tasted weak.Jamal came in for morning rounds like nothing had happened. He checked the charts, asked the usual questions, shone a light in my eyes. His fingers brushed my wrist longer than needed when he took my pulse. I swallowed hard and looked away.That night I could not sleep. The hallway lights were already dim. I got up, pulled the gown tighter, and walked around the corridors. My feet carried me toward the supply closet near the end of the hall. I did not plan it. I just needed air that did not smell like antiseptic and regret.The door opened behind me and Jamal stepped in and shut it. The click of the lock sounded loud in the small sp

Chapter 5.Ross’ POV. I told myself the first night was a one-time thing. The money was already in Grandma’s account and she could have the surgery now. That should have been enough.It was not.Two nights later my phone lit up with a number I did not recognize. The message was short. Private event. Same dock. Extra pay if I could come now. I stared at it for a long time before I answered. Grandma was sleeping when I left. I kissed her forehead and told myself this was still just work.They were waiting in the same private lounge. Aaron looked restless. Dicky was already smiling. Colton watched me walk in like he had been counting the minutes.There were no trays this time. No other staff, just us. They locked the door behind me as soon as I stepped in.Dicky reached me first. His hands slid under my shirt without asking. Warm palms over my stomach, then higher.“Missed this mouth,” he said, voice light.Aaron pulled me away from him by the belt loops and kissed me hard enough to bru

Chapter 7.Caelum’s POVI felt his eyes on me the moment I stepped into first class. Mr. Thorne sat in 1A the way he always did, jacket open, one arm resting along the side of his seat while he watched me move down the aisle. I kept my face blank and my hands steady as I set the tray on the cart, but the weight of that stare sat between my shoulder blades the whole way.Elena stood at the galley curtain with her arms crossed, checking the time on her watch even though we had already finished the safety demo. She glanced at Thorne, then at me, and the corner of her mouth lifted like she had already decided something.“Caelum,” she said, loud enough for the two passengers still boarding to hear. “Mr. Thorne is waiting on his drink. Try not to spill it this time.”I nodded and poured the whiskey the way he liked it, two fingers over a single cube. When I reached his row I leaned in to set the glass on the tray table. His knee shifted just enough that the side of his leg brushed the insid