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Odin asked Cruz with his nostrils flared. Cruz didn’t look away from the question and nodded, “why not? Hell, if Gavin and Paris’s husband decided to go all the way with one another,” he smirked at Gavin who was trying to remain calm, “I wouldn’t care. I don’t care about such things, Odin. To me, love is love.” He draped his arm over Presley’s chair and kissed her temple, “right babe?” “Definitely. There is nobody at this table who would ever judge a person on their sexuality. I actually wrote an entire novel where the female lead kept two male lovers, and the two men got it on all the time. No biggie.”

Ezra had noticed this yet he fell hard for him. The problem was, Kendall only ever treated him like a bro. A roommate. A guy you'd share instant noodles with at midnight, borrow ten bucks or a benjamin from, a guy he'd occasionally elbow in the ribs during late-night Dirt 5 gaming sessions. Ezra got Kendall's attention sure—but never in the way he wanted. Kendall saw him only as plain, ordinary, Ezra. So, Ezra had done something stupid. Something very reckless. He’d created Maya—a female catfish Winstagram account, with photoshopped pictures of a Brunette girl from Stock photos. He had replied Kendall's story about Kafka being possibly better than Dostoyevsky.

He didn’t answer with words, he just crooked a finger. I closed the distance. When I was close enough, he reached out, hooked one finger in the knot of my dress, and tugged. The fabric parted like it was made to obey him. The dress slid off my shoulders and pooled at my feet, leaving me in nothing but the thong and my heels. His gaze raked over me slowly. “Turn around,” he murmured. I did, slowly, letting him see every inch. “Fuck,” he breathed. “Look at you… ass like that should be illegal.”

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Arms crossed at all times—unless dragging someone out or blocking a door. Content Warning: This story contains themes and depictions of sxual assult, r*pe, non-consensual acts, gr*oming, sx traffcking, and dr*g use. Reader discretion is strongly advised. These topics are part of the narrative and may be distressing or triggering for some individuals. Please take care while reading.

Clarissa lost count. She lost herself. She was a vessel, a toy, a thing being passed around a circle of hungry, anonymous men. Her world was reduced to the push and pull of flesh, the taste of salt and sweat, the burn of stretch, the shocking warmth of internal releases, and the thick, cooling splatter of cum on her skin.

The thought made her pulse quicken, like she was holding a secret that wasn’t meant to be found. She hesitated only a moment before sitting cross-legged on the floor and flipping the cover open. Inside, in messy handwriting, was a title scrawled across the first page: “Collected Stories — From Women, For Women.” Chloe blinked. The handwriting was feminine, rushed, and almost secretive. She turned the page and read the introduction, scrawled in looping letters:

“By morning you’ll beg me to breed that tight ass.” Vincenzo’s words echoed in my head long after he left the room, leaving me chained to the bed with his cum still coating my throat. Hours dragged by. My jaw ached. My wrists burned from the cuffs. The silk sheets stuck to my sweaty skin, and my cock stayed traitorously half-hard no matter how much I cursed him in my mind. The door finally opened again. Vincenzo walked in carrying a glass of water, still in that open black shirt, looking like he’d just handled business while I rotted here.

“You want another finger inside?” I nodded frantically, biting my lip hard enough to draw blood. I didn’t dare speak. Didn’t want to shatter the illusion and face the consequences. Everything would become awkward, impossible. But right now, in the dark, with his thick fingers sliding into me, stretching me so perfectly, I only wanted to feel.