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“We love you, too,” Zeke says, kissing my back.

Chapter Eleven

Mariska

I am slowly pulledout of my sleep when the pressure in my belly becomes intense. “Mmmm,” I groan when I feel Dawson buried in my pussy.

“Fuck, you feel so good when you are sleeping,” he groans, drawing out of me and pushing back in. I am on my side, but he has my top leg pulled up. This allows him to grip onto my ass and breasts as he slowly fucks me.

“God, you’re so fucking big,” I groan again.

“Do you want more?” he asks, rolling so he is lying on his back and I am on his chest.

“Please,” I pant as he grabs my ass and spreads me open for Zeke.

I expect some kind of warm-up, but I am not given that. Instead, Zeke has applied lubricant onto himself so he can grab my hips and violently shove his cock into my ass with one powerful thrust.

“FuckFuckFuck!” I scream as they both start alternating violent surges. Zeke grabs me by the hair and yanks my head back to lift me. I cry out in pain when Dawson slaps the side of my titty before doing it to the other. They continue to slap me and twist my nipples so hard that I scream out in pain as they fuck me through the most amazing orgasms.

Dawson is the first to come, but then they place my wand vibrator against my clit as they have me bent over the side of my bed. I grip onto the sheet as Zeke starts slamming into my ass so hard that I am screaming into my mattress. Even with the pain, there is a heavy layer of pleasure from the vibrations, and Zeke is fucking me like he is trying to kill me with his dick. The orgasms turn to something that feels like I am about to pee myself, but as it builds, my body tightens, and I need more.

When the pressure breaks, my arousal floods out of me as I scream through my mind-numbing orgasm. I am dazed for a while, but eventually wake up in bed, dressed, and snuggled between them again. This time, my head is on Zeke’s chest, and Dawson is behind me.

“Hey,” Zeke says when he realizes I am awake.

“Hey, baby,” Dawson says, kissing me.

“Hey,” I sigh. “We have to go back, don’t we?”

“We do,” he says. “Feel better?”

“After sleep, being dicked back to sleep, and then waking between you two? I feel amazing,” I admit, and he grins at me.

“Let’s get back to the station to put this fucker away,” Zeke says, kissing me.

Dawson went ahead ofus, so he is already in the conference room by the time we walk in. “Morning,” Kevin says. “Sleep okay?”

“Like the dead,” I laugh. “How is our guest?”

“Weirdly quiet and respectful,” Parker says. “He is sitting in interrogation 1.”

“Zeke, let her lead, but don’t push him too much. Make sure he knows he absolutely can wait for a lawyer before talking,” Kevin says.

“Alright,” I say,

We leave the conference room and walk down to the interrogation room, where Adam is already waiting for us. He is shackled to the table and smirks as we walk in.

“Good morning, Mr. Sloane,” I say as we sit across from him.

“Morning,” he says simply.

“Do you know why you are here, Mr. Sloane?” I ask, sitting back and crossing my arms.

“Well, you are the one who was talking on the news about some killer. I assume it’s about that,” he says simply.

“Who is Harper Sloane to you?” I ask, keeping control of the conversation.

“My little sister,” he says. “Why?”