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My stomach was sucked in, trembling in anticipation as the pressure on my clit built again before I got a chance to even catch my breath.

I was losing it.

I’d been turned on many times in my life, but this was unlike any experience I’d ever had. Both of them. Using me like a sex toy, like a fuck doll, a plaything with no thoughts or desires outside of sex. I could live like this forever, pinned between both men, all parts of me available for ruthless fucking.

The deliriously-horny thought of that was enough to make me come again.

I shuddered, clenching on Micah’s thick cock while choking on Mason’s, my eyes squeezed shut and my body tense all over.

I can’t come again.

I really can’t.

Mercifully, Micah took the vibrator off my clit, then pulled out and flipped me over, yanking me up on all fours before shoving his entire cock back inside of me in a single thrust.

“Micah…” I gasped.

“Shhhh. You’re going to take every fucking inch of this dick and you’re going to enjoy it. Arch your back. And open your mouth; you’re not done sucking Mason off yet.”

There was a low noise in Mason’s chest, almost like a growl or a groan. Something rough and threaded with need.

Micah slapped my ass hard as Mason guided his cock deep into my mouth, pushing past my lips and along my tongue. They both thrust inside me then, aligning their rhythms seamlessly. My tits bounced as Micah’s hips snapped against my ass, driving me forward, making me choke.

Both men used me harder and faster, chasing their own releases, and I was almost too fucked-out to really notice as cum began to fill me. My pussy, my throat, claiming every part of me. I slumped down on the mattress.

The room was full of harsh breathing, dark forests, dark oceans, and I was at the center of it all.

Then, like always, my heart tried to make itself known, shouting through the blood vessels connecting it to my brain.

I love them both. I will always love them both.

All their touching went deeper than my skin, fingertips skimming over exposed muscles and arteries. I wished they could do it for real. Wished Micah’s forehead kisses could become heart kisses, and he’d accept the love I hid from him there. Wished Mason could whisper all his promises into those four chambers until even my heart valves knew he’d never leave me.

I tried to shove my needy heart back in its cage, but it was too late. My ribs were fractured, split wide open, and I couldn’t stop staring at the two men over me like they owned my entire world.

They did.

And they always would.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

DAKOTA

The glow of my cracked phone screen illuminated my face through the darkness, my fingers circled tight around the device. Silent tears slipped down to my temples as I stared at the message for the millionth time.

Mom

Dinner will be at 6:00. Please be early

Tomorrow was Thanksgiving, and I was nowhere near ready to go back to that fucking trailer. Thoughts of Anthony had been tormenting me ten times more than usual this week, giving me a constant pit in my stomach, a constant lump in my throat.

It felt like everyone could see it on my face. Like that terrible word was written on my forehead.

Incest.

But nobody knew. Nobody could tell.

I had to remind myself of that constantly. Nobody knows. It’s okay. Hands clenched into fists, eyes darting side to side, terrible thoughts swarming my brain as I sat in all my classes.