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A closer look reveals my bold sleek handwriting. ‘No. No. No…’ My heart skips a beat. What's worse isn't that I know I’m the owner of the card, but the writing on it. More like a request. ‘I saw a little dirty thing— No, a big filthy cock. Big and black… and god! It's one I’ve always dreamed of. And I want it… I fucking do. And I want it to fulfill my dark fantasy; I want it to rape me. No apology.’

I stared at the ceiling fan spinning lazily above me, my heart still hammering between my legs. Four days until I see Marcus. I sighed, stretching lazily to pick up my phone. I clicked on stop and then scrolled to daddy in my contacts and hit send. “I can't wait to have that big dick of yours inside of me daddy…see you soon.” Then I flopped back, still leaking. A nagging urge pulled me to check my chats, but tiredness took over. Sleep crept in while Marcus filled my thoughts. A part of me wished the chats had won.

Fenrik My mind raced with uneasiness. She lowered my hand to her plumped breast as I caressed them thoroughly, leaving no stone unturned. She moved her mouth from my lips, kissing down my chest, as they landed on my nipples. She sucked on them with deep intensity. “Arrrgghh! Hmmm!” I moaned and groaned, my neck straining as I tried to settle my eyes on the moon ahead of us. “Do you like that, my Lycan?” Maera teased, her voice settling on me like ice on hot iron. “Or do you want me to go lower?”

I've had this fantasy since I was nineteen years old. Not the polished version – not the softcore "oh wouldn't it be naughty" version you admit to over cocktails when someone asks your wildest fantasy. The real one. The one I play on the backs of my eyelids when my vibrator is on the highest setting and I'm chasing the orgasm that only this image delivers: me, naked, surrounded by men. Hands everywhere. Cocks everywhere. Being passed between them like something precious and filthy, the singular focus of four, five, six men who want nothing except to use my body until I can't remember my own name.

“Fucking asshole.” In a fit of anger, I grab the remote of my blind and hit the button. The motorized roller blinds hiss to life, a mechanical growl that sounds like mockery. I watch the heavy, charcoal fabric descend, inch by inch, erasing my shadows penthouse. Erasing the Dark Horse—A fucked up legend I'd made out of nothing. I suddenly want to be invisible again. I want to crawl into a hole and forget that I ever let a fucked up stranger see the darkest parts of my hunger.

He filled me completely. “Ride me,” he said, hands on my hips. I started moving, grinding on him. Jake moved behind me. He spread my ass cheeks and rubbed his thumb over my tight hole. I tensed. “Relax,” Jake murmured. “We won’t do anything you don’t want.” I looked back at him. “Just… be gentle.” He spat on his fingers and worked one slowly inside my ass while I kept riding Ryan. The fullness was intense. Almost overwhelming. But it felt dirty and amazing at the same time.

“Including the darkest one. The non-con fantasy where I chase you… catch you… and force my cock into my own daughter-in-law while she begs her father-in-law to stop.” My thighs pressed together instinctively. My clit throbbed painfully at his words. That particular fantasy had always been my most shameful—the one I wrote at nineteen with trembling fingers and a soaked pussy, imagining Victor as my forbidden father-in-law taking me against my will. Victor’s piercing green eyes darkened as he read the raw need flickering across my flushed face.

My father deserved his retirement. I walked through the packhouse, hating the silence it provided. Silence reminded me how alone I truly was. Maybe I would be better off returning to my parents' home for the evening. Anything so I wasn’t alone. I was sure they understood. But, despite my loneliness, I continued moving toward the Alpha suite, planning to take out my frustrations by killing some people in my video game. Lose track of time and reality as I focused my mind upon the game. There were friends to speak to on there too. Friends that did not ask questions about my personal life like my parents did…

Their legs began to shuffle but one of the campers stood still, his legs couldn't move and he had pissed on himself. "Everyone... Run! John screamed and immediately they began sprinted through the dark woods, some towards the direction of the camp, others overwhelmed by fear ran in other directions heading to unknown destinations. Summer was ahead of them all while Glenn and John were behind her. She wanted to die but certainly not in the hands of a beast she was yet to believe was real.