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If my dick hadn’t been in another man’s warm mouth, I don’t think I would have stayed hard. Ultimately, Silla’s meltdown made me irrationally angry, which is why I left the room like my ass was on fire.

I was mad at myself and the twins. I was disappointed in the assets who didn’t fight to help Silla in the wall. I wanted to hug her to my chest, and promise I would never hurt her again.

The issue is that I’m pretty fucked up. I can’t promise I won’t take something too far again. I can’t ensure I won’t fuck up. I’m the leader of The Fucked Up Trio after all, and I can admit the three of us are completely in love with that woman.

I don’t think any of us have managed to say the words yet. Feeling something and telling another person how you feel is a tricky thing. It just has to be done properly, or you could have them run screaming away from you.

I may joke about chasing her if she runs, but the more I think about it, the more intrigued by the idea I am. The gasps, the breathy screams as Silla hears my heavy footsteps behind her as I get closer and closer…

It’s so fucked up,but the stimulus of the water hitting my cock and skin, and imagining my girl running terrified through the woods makes me tug on my dick with a low groan.

“Fuck, Pet,” I rasp as my head drops back. “Don’t stop running or I’ll fuck you into the dirty ground.”

Imagining the branches as they pull at her clothes as she races to get away from me, all while secretly hoping I catch her… Fuck yes. My hand has a mind of its own as it continues to stroke me from base to tip.

Her gasping cries as her legs pump hard in my mind makes me smirk as my eyes roll.

“That’s it, Baby Girl. Don’t stop running. I’m on a mission, and I won’t stop until your tight pussy is pulsing around my cock,” I mutter.

I’m very goal oriented because I love how accomplished I feel once it’s completed. It’s why I’m so good at my job. Want me to do something? Promise me something I crave for doing it.

As my arm braces above my head on the wall as my chest begins to heave with exertion, my prize is how good Silla’s pussy will hug my dick when I sink into her. She screams as I roar, my feet leave the ground as I tackle her. At the last moment, I twist my body so I take the brunt of the crash into the ground.

Turning, I push her onto the dirt floor, loving how wild she looks with leaves in her hair.

“Are you ready for your punishment, Pet?” I growl into her ear as she shivers in anticipation.

“Sidney,” she gasps, writhing in my arms.

Yanking down her shorts, I smack her ass, enjoying how it bounces as I hold her wrists behind her back. Her pretty pussy is presenting a sweet treat as I pull her up onto her knees.

Kneeling behind her to enjoy the vision she is, I spank her pussy until her tears join the forest floor in frustration. Her fear is now arousal, it’s evidence clear on her creamy thighs.

Freeing my cock, I line myself up at her entrance as I push myself inside.

“Sir… oh… please!” Silla cries as I stretch her walls.

“Take my cock, Pet. Prisoners don’t get to come until I do…”

Thoughts of fucking her on the forest floor are too much as I imagine her screams of pleasure echoing through the trees. Grunting, my release paints the tile as I cum, my vision whiting out as I gasp.

“Holy fuck…” I whisper, watching as the shower washes the evidence of my depravity down the drain.

A hard knock brings me back to reality, my head snapping to the bathroom door. Few people have keys to my room.

“Hurry up and stop fantasizing about our girl!” Ayden yells, making me chuckle. Of course he knows what I was doing, even if he doesn’t know my exact fantasy. He’s just as fucked up as I am. “We’re going to be late!”

Finishing up, I dress quickly and head to the meeting. Maybe one day I’ll be lucky enough to hunt my girl the way I do in my dreams.

I wonder if she’d like it as much as she did in my fantasy…

Only time will tell.

Twenty-Seven

AYDEN

It’s been a week since I found Sidney fisting his cock to a fucked up fantasy, and I shift uncomfortably as I remember his grunts and moans. How do I know what he was doing? Well… I was listening outside of his bathroom door of course.