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My body moved with his. A twinge of arousal had my dick stiff, and I tried to enjoy the feel of him thrusting into me, ramming me up into the rack, his hand working my cock like a vice. But my mind was like a gnat, floating and flying back to other things.

Like Scarlet.

This girl was so proper and young. Totally badass in her fighting, but also naive. What would she think if she knew I was getting railed by a prostitute in the storage closet just so I could get high? She’d be disgusted.

She did see you at the brothel in Vienna… so she might know how sick you are,a voice countered.

“I need this massive cock fucking me.” The man gripped my throat, pulling out of me and twisting me to face him. “Gods, you’re fucking hot.”

My gaze landed on his dark eyes and hair, his stocky body. Everything was wrong. He wasn’t who I wanted. I shouldn’t be here. My dick seemed to agree.

“This might help.” The bartender took some dust from the baggie in his vest, covered his hand in it, and stroked me.

“Oh fuck.” A moan grew deep in my chest, my semi-hard cock growing firm in his grip, the drug soaking straight into my bloodstream and pushing me over into euphoria. He continued to rub the dust up and down me, the vein running along the side pounded as it soaked in the drug, aching for relief.

Nothing made sense anymore; reality and time were imaginary flutters of the edges of my mind. Something made up.

With a grunt, I shoved him around, pushing into him, losing understanding and breaking down to my most primal instincts.

I could hear him screaming and moaning as I fucked him without feeling how ruthless I was, disappearing into my dream world, where my mind let me be with Lucas and Kek. I could envision them alive for just a moment, pretend it was us three together here, Kek’s pussy clenching greedily around me as Lucas’s cum filled me, his soft breath in my ear before he kissed me. Then I would turn to Kek and devour her, pushing in so deep and emptying myself, making all three of us come again.

“OH GODS!More!” he wailed, so lost in bliss that he couldn’t keep himself quiet. Bottles were falling off the shelf, smashing around us. I could feel him orgasm, his release covering the wall. I wanted so badly to release, to feel that moment of bliss like I did inside Kek. But the harder I went, the more my orgasm retreated. Floated out of reach.

The same as all the times before.

I closed my eyes, trying to grasp for Kek, to feel Lucas behind me. But their images were fuzzy and unclear. They were drifting away from me. As if I was forgetting them. For good.

“Nononono.” Panic bubbled under my skin, and I drove into him so hard, trying to pull them back, as I heard the man cry out for me to stop.

“What the fuck is going on here?” A woman’s sharp voice turned my head. My wobbly vision saw a woman dressed in some low-neck blue dress with buttons, but it was her matching navy-blue eyes that stopped me in place.

Oh. Gods.

“Kek,” I breathed, my heart tripping over itself.

“Fuck,” the bartender swore, wiggling out from where I had him pinned and grabbing for his clothes. “Madame Sorina.”

The woman strolled in with a commanding presence, two beefy guys on either side of her. Her demon eyes tracked over me, stopping at the powder covering me before she noticed the dozens of bottles smashed over the ground, flooding the floor with wasted alcohol.

The bartender yanked up his shorts, his voice shaky. “It’s not—”

She held up her hand. Her expression was stern as she strolled closer, her demon eyes going to me, speaking to me, but all I heard was Kek’s voice.

“What are you doing, fairy boy? You look like shit.”

“I feel like it too…” I whispered back to Kek. “Gods… I miss you so much.”

Her blue eyes narrowed, her mouth moving, but nothing fit. I couldn’t understand her.

“Kek.” I reached out for her. “Don’t leave me.”

My body was slammed against the wall, an arm across my throat, a man’s face snarling at me. “You do not touch the Madame.” His features twisted up, reminding me of a badger. “You will be paying for all of this.”

I think I laughed. I wasn’t sure.

My head snapped to the side, a pain bursting behind my eye, everything spinning on me. The other man searched my pockets, pulling out my money.

“He only has eighty thousand forint.”