Chapter oneKieran's povThree weeks before Game night I pushed open the wrong door, the bass from the club still thudding behind me, then I stopped in my tracks. “Beg for it, you filthy little whore,” Aiden growled, voice low and rough. “Please, Sir…fuck, please wreck me,” the stripper gasped. His wrists were locked high in leather cuffs hanging from a ceiling hook, his body arched and glistening with sweat under the red lights. A guy with a black tie was pressed tight behind him, driving into him with slow, powerful thrusts that made the chains rattle. I should have backed out immediately. Instead, my feet stayed rooted. “Louder,” The same guy ordered, slapping the stripper’s ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. “Tell the whole club how much you love being my personal cum-dump.” He slammed in deeper, burying himself completely. “Yes…Sir! Wreck me! Ruin my slutty hole!” the stripper cried out, voice breaking. “I’m your dirty whore, your toy…please choke me while you break
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