Masuk“Damn you really are a fucking slut for degradation, aren’t you?” Sebastian laughed darkly, leaning over Jayden’s broad back, teeth scraping along the professor’s neck before biting down hard enough to leave a mark.Sebastian knew that after this, the professor was going to be a teeny bit angry, the man had always warned him about marks. Jayden was okay if the mark was left on his ass or back or his stomach, but not somewhere visible.He would cross that bridge when they got to it, he would take whatever the professor would throw at him after this.Sebastian has always wanted to see Jayden the next day and know that he had given the professor that mark on his neck, he had been meaning to do that since the very first day Professor Jayden came to their school.He, Sebastian, had also been one of the students that had been a little intimidated by the professor until he walked in on the professor jerking off to a hardcore gay porn.That had been the first day Sebastian gave the professor
MARIAN.“I asked you a question, Marian, and I’ll be damned if you’re unable to provide an answer.” Malcolm barks, and I can feel the lump getting even bigger in my throat as I think of what to say.I could lie, but I have no idea what to say. The silence in the room stretches like a wire pulled too tight, humming with the kind of pressure that makes my ears ring.My heart slams against my ribs, each beat loud enough that I swear Malcolm can hear it from where he stands. My fingers tremble at my sides, and I curl them into the fabric of my trench coat, gripping so hard the seams dig into my palms.“I was….” My voice trails off, and I want to step back, to put the width of the room between us, but my legs feel rooted to the polished floor.My breath comes shallow, quick little pulls that don’t quite fill my lungs, and a cold sweat prickles along my spine even though the house isn’t that chilly.Why am I so scared? It’s not like he can hurt me.Malcolm’s bandaged face twists, the visibl
MARIAN.Yawning, I blink slowly, the soft glow of the bedside lamp pulling me from the haze of sleep. My body feels heavy yet strangely light, every muscle humming with a deep, satisfied ache that makes my thighs press together instinctively. Where am I?The question runs free in my mind as I take a swift scan of the unusually large bedroom that I’m in, and that’s when the memories slam into me all at once.Zayden’s wicked mouth on my clit, the relentless slam of the machine stretching my pussy, Aeron and Tristan claiming my ass together while Zephyr fucked my throat raw.My cheeks burn hot as I sit up too quickly, the oversized shirt sliding down one shoulder, the fabric carrying their combined scent, warm and masculine, wrapping around me.I glance down at myself. Someone cleaned me. Thoroughly. My skin feels fresh, no sticky traces of sweat or cum, just the faint trace of soap and their touch lingering. The shirt swallows me, soft cotton brushing my bare thighs.Oh God. It feels r
AERON.The room goes completely silent as my brothers and I stare at Marian, and for the longest moment, it feels as though the world is on hold, and the only thing completely caught in real time is Marian.She lies there in a beautiful, exhausted sprawl, her chest rising and falling in soft, steady breaths, her lashes fluttering just a little against her flushed cheeks.I feel my heart clench in the best way, this overwhelming rush of tenderness that makes every hard edge of me soften for her. Licking my lower lip, I turn to Zephyr, my voice low. “Did we go too far?”Zephyr only laughs, that warm, rich sound filling the red-lit space. He reaches out, brushing a damp strand of hair from her forehead with such gentle fingers it makes my chest ache.Who would have thought we were capable of feeling this strongly about someone? Usually, every woman we are interested in gets boring after the second fuck, but Marian….The moment we met her, we knew for sure that we could never get tired of
MARIAN.Oh God. It all feels too fucking much.I desperately want, and need to cum, but all of my pleas seem to be falling on deaf ears as the brothers keep teasing me, pushing me past my limits.My voice cracks into broken sobs, body arched and straining against the leather and chains that bite into my sweat-slick skin. “Please… I’m begging you, I’ll be your good little whore, just let me cum—”Zayden’s low chuckle vibrates against my inner thigh as he slaps my swollen pussy again, the wet smack echoing in the red-lit room. “Listen to this desperate married cunt whine.” He breathes, the cool air hitting my cunt hole almost pushes me over the edge.I’m losing my mind, I feel like I’m going to go mad or something if they don’t let me release all the pent up pleasure that is raging inside me.Tristan laughs, the sound darker than I’ve ever heard him before. “What about ‘you don’t get to cum until we’ve broken you’ bunny, do you not understand?” He asks, and I shiver.My eyes roll so far
MARIAN.I open my mouth, but before I can say anything or even think, Zayden is on me. He lifts me off my feet like I weigh nothing, tossing me over his broad shoulder. His big hand cracks down hard on my ass, the sting blooming hot and delicious through the coat.I yelp, but I love the way it feels. “Wh—What are you doing?” I ask, my voice coming out all loud and squeaky as I see the other three brothers get on their feet.“Going to fuck you,” Zayden responds, and when I look at Tristan, he has a smile that says the exact same thing that Zayden had just said.Zephyr’s eyes are cold, but cold in a way that sends chills down my spine and between my legs. Aeron’s eyes are completely dark, they're scary. But they’re also very thrilling.“We couldn’t possibly fuck you here on the couch, could we? No, you deserve better than that, you needy little slut.” Zayden continues, and I feel a bile lodge in the back of my throat.Aeron chimes in, his voice is low and gravelly. “You deserve to be fu
MARIAN.Walking as fast as my legs can carry me into my safest space in this house, I slam the door to my private bedroom shut behind me, the heavy click echoing like a gunshot in the quiet space. My chest heaves, lungs burning as I lean back against the polished wood, fingers trembling against the
MARIAN.His eyes stay on me, and it feels as though I’m in a staring contest with him, a contest I know all too well that I’m going to lose, and true to that, I did not just blink, but I also looked away.When he looks at me like that, I think in directions I shouldn’t. I start imagining things I k
MARIAN.My eyes grow wide at the sound of the voice, and I can hear my heart racing as if it’s desperately trying to tear through my ribs. My head still pounds, but the rest of my muscles feel relaxed, so I’m guessing the headache is because of how much whiskey I consumed.Running my fingers throug
MARIAN. The VIP section is quiet as I feel all four brother’s eyes on me. My body burns, and my grip around my clutch tightens so hard that my knuckles turn white, it’s almost as if it’s the only thing I’m looking to as an anchor. A low guttural laugh emanates from Zayden as he stands to his feet







