Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Like a teeter-totter, I rock my body back and forth against the bodies of two well-hung men.
"Look at how she takes them both. Our girl is all grown up now,” Max says.
I love the sideline commentary from those watching this sex act. We are on the bed giving a show to the others as they recuperate from coming.
I never thought that all of this would be happening tonight. I am sore, not only from the beating, but from being fucked hard. I guess we all needed this right here. Instead of relaxing in a hot bubble bath, I'm getting pumped full of big cocks.
"Shit, going to explode!" Finn yells.
He places a hand in the middle of my back, his cock pushing all the way inside before the first jet of cum fills my pussy. His hand is trembling as he holds it on me. I can feel every spurt of his cock drenching me.
He's barely done when I cry out in pleasure. My pussy tightens around his cock. My orgasm is one of many, but the release is soul-consuming. I shake from the force.
It's not just this here, but the rest of the evening that has me feeling like I'm free-falling into an abyss of pleasure.
Gustav is not far behind the both of us. His cock now at the back of my throat, he unleashes a warm and steady stream of cum. I swallow with each spurt, always hoping he will give me more.
"All for you, baby! All for you."
We've been through a lot together. All eleven of us have changed forever. I don't know that I can ever top tonight, but I hope that what happened earlier will never happen again.
I never want to be the Judge and Jury on anyone again. I know what I did was right, but it still feels raw. I took the lives of three people—even if indirectly. They were someone's sons, but their souls were lost to hell years before I met them.
"That was incredible. I feel like there is nothing that can stop us now. All of you are forever in my heart," I say, my voice trembling.
But I mean the words. We lie sprawled out all over the room. It's going to take a few minutes to recover from this.
"It’s…been a long day, and thank you all for being here. This place didn’t deserve what we did with it, but…it’s time we leave,” I say after some time. “They were terrible, but meaningless. Don’t feel bad about what happened today; put it out of your minds. I already have. And now…I’m hungry.”
Everyone laughs as I shrug. It's been a long day. A very, very long day. But with these men beside me I know I’m safe.
Chapter 36
Eve
I refuse to scream, cry, or even hide under the bed in fear. I almost died, and if I’m being honest, I don’t feel anything at all. I did what had to be done.
Yes, three men are dead, but it’s a hard world out there. I wasn’t willing to subject myself, or anyone else, to something like that ever again. So I ordered the execution of the three.
Did they deserve it? Yes, they did.
For some, there’s just no hope—and they were three very bad seeds.
If they had been allowed to live, they would have come after me, or even someone else. I refuse to let that to rest on my shoulders.
A near-death experience is something that others don’t always recover from, but I’m not an ordinary woman. I close my eyes for a moment and remember what happened. They were dead, with blood everywhere, and the scent of that crimson fluid still burned my nose.
Why was that something I focused on? I’ve just spent hours in my men’s arms—fucking, consuming, and devouring the pain from each other. To live in fear is not who I am anymore. The damsel in distress can be saved for the fairytales.
I’m not the kind of woman who holds a grudge or lives in the past. Not now. I’m a new person.
I just had sex with ten men. I think I’m beyond the point of grieving—or even questioning what happened.
Plus, what about the others they’ve hurt? I couldn’t be the only one. In fact, I know I’m not. I know of the two murders. We’ve stopped their terror on this community by ridding the world of their existence.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, a mirror in front of me, I watch myself for a few moments, evaluate who I am.
Am I the same girl I was a few months ago? No. I’ve been hardened, but not in a bad way. I’m not a walking target anymore. I can stand for my beliefs and what I want. If my parents were not proud of me now, they never would be.
I use my fingers as a comb, sliding them through the strands of my hair. It’s more out of habit than need. I have so much on my mind right now.