“Look at me,” he says, gripping my chin. “Look at the man who owns this fucking pussy.”
His pierced shaft stretches me, pushing me to my limits while his fingers slowly tighten around my neck. I can’t breathe. I can’t fucking breathe. And through all of that … my pussy throbs with a need I’ve never felt before.
A need only they manage to coax out of me.
Kai Torres, Nathan Reed, Milo Fletcher.
Names I was told were forbidden, unspeakable.
Names I would soon moan from my lips.
Nathan and Milo each grasp a breast, twisting my nipples until I squeal, the sound making their cocks throb in their hands. And all it does is make me want to beg.
These boys from the Phantom Society have tainted me beyond repair.
I’m a fighter, but I’m defenseless against their obsession.
“Yes, give me everything,” Kai groans, burying himself inside me to the hilt. “Even your fucking breath.”
But I couldn’t possibly give something I no longer possess.
Because all I am, all I’ve ever been …
Was always theirs for the taking.
