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MARIAN.My eyes widen when I hear that. The word ‘bunny’ already sends a hot pulse straight between my thighs, and I know exactly who sent the card before I even see it. My nipples tighten against the thin fabric of my blouse, a traitorous little throb that makes me shift on my seat.Fuck, it would be a very big problem if Celine opens it, not like she will. Why would she? But if she does….For some reason, I try to make myself appear breezy, unbothered and I force a laugh before I can stop myself. “Bunny?” I say into the telecom and wait for her response.I don’t want to appear as though I’m too eager to receive the card, that’s going to raise suspicions. “Yes. Maybe it’s from Malcolm, this is so sweet.” She says, and I feel my tightening chest ease.That’s right! It will be believable if I say it’s from Malcolm, my husband.I laugh again. “He’s so silly. Bring it in, Celine.” I call out, my voice steadier than the heat already gathering low in my belly and between my legs, making me

MARIAN.My heart is pounding so fast and hard that it feels as though it’s about to make the decision of leaving me alone to deal with the fool I’ve made of myself by myself.The silence between Aeron and I stretches a little longer than I want it to, and when I finally lift my gaze to look at him, he’s smiling down at me, that smug, knowing curve of his lips twisting with pure sarcasm as he drawled, “Come in, Marian.”His voice drips with mocking amusement, like he’s savoring every desperate word I just spilled on his doorstep for the whole fucking neighborhood to hear.Heat rushes to my neck so fast it burns, my face flaming as the realization hits me like a freight train. I said all that—begging them to pin me down, stretch my tight little holes, own this pussy, make me their filthy bunny slut—right out here in the open.Anyone could have walked by.That realization should have been enough for me, the fact that I may have just humiliated myself should have been enough, but someone,

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.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

“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