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TWENTY-ONE

ROSALIE

I watched Archer storm out of the cafeteria, his hands balled at his sides, and his jaw tight with anger. He didn’t even bother to look my way. Nervous energy prickled through me as I tore my gaze from the door he’d just vacated and directed my attention at Jordan and Seven instead.

Seven’s gaze captured mine, a look of pure fury flashing through his eyes. My heart started beating faster and I glanced away, trying to figure out what the hell happened to have them all so pissed like that.

I swallowed past the lump in my throat and attempted focusing on the conversation around me. Tyler and Ryder were arguing about what cars were faster, but that didn’t interest me in the slightest and pretending that it did, required too much effort.

After a few moments of their back-and-forth banter, Cheyanne turned to me. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun on the top of her head, colorful strands poking out at all angles. For someone with schizophrenia, she was extremely observant. She tilted her head in curiosity, her brown eyes searching mine like she was trying to get a read on me.

“How are things?” she asked hesitantly after a few moments.

I wanted to laugh. I was in a mental institution. My boyfriend cheated on me, Seven took my virginity and I wasn’t sure why I even allowed it—not that it would have stopped him anyway. Archer followed me around like a lost puppy, said extremely inappropriate things that I wasn’t used to, and I was torn between wanting him to stop and wanting him to actually go through with the crude things he suggested. Life felt meaningless now. There was no home for me to run back to after this. Daisy was gone, my mom couldn’t stand the sight of me, and Alex was never mine to begin with.

My world had been turned upside down on its axis and I was starting to feel numb, starting to not care what happened to me. My future had been mapped out. A life with Alex, getting my degree, and caring for my sister since my mom couldn’t be bothered to protect her. It might have been mundane, but wasn’t that how life was supposed to be once you had everything? Just moving through the motions until you died?

I was about to ask Cheyanne what she meant by that, because there was no way in hell I was going to tell her any of that, but when her gaze slipped to the table diagonal from ours, I understood. The last time I sat with her without Archer hanging around, Seven had poured chocolate milk all over my head, and right after that, I sat at their table.

“What’s their deal?” I countered.

She sucked her lip between her teeth, her gaze darting around the room like someone might hear her. When no one appeared to be paying us any mind, she focused her attention back on me. “We’ve been through this.” She sighed. “And I remember telling you that I wasn’t going to talk about it anymore.”

“Fine. Then stop asking questions and I won’t ask you any.”

I liked Cheyanne. She was the first person here who had shown me any kindness, but if she wouldn’t even indulge me in something that could potentially harm me, why wouldn’t she want to say anything? It felt selfish. But she’d been here longer and knew them better, so maybe she was just afraid.

Her gaze softened, varying emotions flickering across her face before her shoulders dropped in defeat and she released a heavy sigh. “I’m not trying to be a bitch, Rosalie. It’s nothing against you. It’s just?—”

Ryder’s words cut through hers, bringing her sentence to an abrupt halt. “It’s because they’re fucking insane,” he finished, not bothering to keep his tone low. Tyler shifted uncomfortably from beside him, glancing around the cafeteria with nervous apprehension, similar to what Cheyanne had done.

“I get that,” I replied. “But it doesn’t really tell me anything.”

He nodded in understanding. “Meet me in the garden after group tomorrow and I’ll tell you everything you need to know.” He shrugged.

A lump formed in my throat, making it more difficult to breathe. Jordan’s earlier words bounced around my skull, telling me that this was a very bad idea. But what choice did I really have? Ryder didn’t seem like an awful person. Everything about him was casual and laid back. He hasn’t even flirted with me. We’ve been alone before, and he didn’t try anything. Maybe Jordan was wrong, or maybe he lied.

“Sure.” I nodded. “Thanks.”

When I reached the door to where church was held, I slipped inside, taking in the empty pews littered around the large room. Tension immediately rolled out of my shoulders, calm washing over me. This was my only solace. Or…it used to be. I always went to church with Alex. But screw him. He wasn’t going to take this from me, too.

Valentine’s office door was cracked, the light from within pouring out into the dim room. Hesitantly, I made my way toward it and pushed it open. My eyes widened as I took in his disheveled appearance. He was leaning back in his chair, his dark hair ruffled like he’d just woken up even though it was nearing seven in the afternoon. A glass of something dark sat before him on the table, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d say it wasn’t alcohol, but that’s exactly what it was. His white button-down shirt was crinkled, the sleeves bunched toward his forearms, revealing what appeared to be a sleeve of ink.

His gaze jerked to mine, embarrassment twisting his features. Almost as if he’d forgotten why he was here in the first place. “Rosalie,” he slurred, his voice coming out desperate and pained.

“If this isn’t a good time…” I trailed off with reluctance.

“No. It’s fine. I’m fine.” He forced a smile, but it came out boyish, making him look much younger. “I’m not that drunk.”

I snorted at that. His eyes were glazed over with a thick haze and his cheeks were rosy. “I’ve never seen a preacher drink before,” I teased, my shoulders relaxing slightly. If he said he was fine, then he had to be. He knew what he was doing, after all. It wasn’t exactly my place to judge him.

A breathy laugh fell from his lips, the sound vibrating through me and forcing my thighs to tighten. What the hell? He was my preacher. Entirely off limits. So why was I attracted to him, especially in this vulnerable state? Shoving those thoughts away, I took a single step, uncertainty careening through me.

“I set you up your own office,” he said thickly, scrambling out of his chair. “It’s not much but figured you could use one.”

“You didn’t have to do that.”

I frowned, not sure how to feel about the kind gesture. Not to mention, he was being weird. Not that I knew much about him to begin with, but he appeared like he was put together. My eyes drifted back to the mostly empty whiskey glass still sitting on his desk. This wasn’t put together .

He crossed the room, his steps sloppy and uncoordinated. The scent of alcohol clung to his body, strangling my senses with every inhale. People didn’t get this wasted by themselves for the hell of it. I’d seen it time and time again with my mom and Gentry. They drank because it numbed their perception of reality. My head spiraled, drifting back to the first day I’d asked to be Valentine’s assistant—the things Jordan had said to him, gloating about murdering his father and pregnant stepmother. If anyone had a reason to want to numb the pain, it was Valentine.

“Follow me,” he said, brushing past me.

Unease trickled through my veins. I wasn’t sure if I should leave or obey. He needed to go home and sleep this off, but that would require him to drive, and that was even more dangerous.

Sighing, I turned on my heels and vacated the office. He was already halfway across the church, leaving me to trail behind him with uncertainty. Suddenly, I felt like a horrible person for asking him for extra time. This was his free time. He had every right to get drunk if he wanted to.

Valentine opened the door and leaned against it, his posture way too relaxed and his knees weak. Guilt churned my stomach as I slipped into the lit room, my eyes scouring the small space. A desk sat near the far wall with a file cabinet beside it. The walls were as bare as the rest of the building, but this was mine . Warmth swelled deep inside me, a feeling I wasn’t too acquainted with as of late.

The sound of the door clicking shut behind him filled the room, sending my pulse thundering in my ears. I was alone with someone who was drunk. My throat was thick, my back still turned to him. I felt him approach, the heat of his body pouring down my spine, trickling through my veins.

“What do you think?” he asked, his voice much deeper and raspier than usual.

Footsteps sounded through my skull. Gentry’s footsteps. How he’d get so drunk that his footfalls became heavy right before the impending storm that would erupt moments later. Anticipation slithered through me as I waited for him to attack, just like Gentry would. My chest rose and fell rapidly while my hands remained balled into fists at my sides.

“It’s nice,” I whispered. “Thank you.”

Warmth coated my sides as his hands gripped them from behind. My pulse thundered within my ears, bile burning the back of my throat like acid. I was a fool to think Valentine was a good person. But despite my mind being on high alert, my body melted into him, seeking out the electric pull of his touch. His hands tightened around me, his fingertips digging into my sides.

“Fuck.” He breathed out. “You should leave.” He dropped his hands, the heat disappearing from my back. “Before I do something incredibly stupid.”

Relief poured into me. He wasn’t going to hurt me. Turning to face him, confusion twisted my features. Something more sinister took the place of the relief I’d just been granted. What if I wanted him to? It was no secret that he was attractive. He was a preacher, so I assumed he was off limits, but he obviously thought I was attractive, too. Right?

“Like what?” I challenged, my voice coming out much breathier than intended.

His eyes darkened and he took a step forward, invading my personal space again. His warm breath floated over my hair as he peered down, looking me in the eye with all of the confidence in the world. “You want me to tell you what I’d do to you?” he murmured.

I hesitated, knowing this wasn’t a good idea, but also knowing that I desperately wanted to know. So…I nodded instead.

He took another step, and I took one back. The desk bumped into my upper thighs and he took that opportunity to cage me in, placing a hand on either side of me while he gripped the edge of the desk. He pressed against me, the ridges of his hard erection digging into my lower abdomen. My breathing picked up and my head whirled with lust. My desire must have shown on my face because he smirked knowingly and bent his knees so that we were crotch to crotch before he grinded into me. My hands snapped out, fisting the front of his rumpled shirt.

“First, I’d eat your soaking wet pussy so good that you’d come all over my face. You’d count every orgasm that I gave you, and if you failed to do so, I’d punish you. Then, I’d make you gag on my cock until tears and spit ran down your face, leaving you an ugly-pretty, little mess.” He pushed into me again, making a whimper fall from my lips. This was so wrong, but so damn good it didn’t matter.

“And then?” I prompted, tightening my hold on his shirt, tugging him closer to me.

“And then…I’d lift you up on the desk, hike your skirt above your waist and fuck you so fucking hard, the desk would rock beneath your body.”

My heart was hammering against my ribcage, my knees buckling from the mere idea of it. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d wanted someone this badly, or if I’d ever wanted someone this badly. Not even Seven. That had happened so fast, I didn’t even have time to think about whether I truly wanted it or not. I just knew in that moment that I wanted to lose my virginity—to know what it felt like, but this was different.

“Do it.”

He hesitated, varying emotions flickering across his face. “I can’t.” He sighed. “That’s why you need to leave.”

Desperation clawed at my insides. “Why not?” I didn’t care how pathetic I sounded. My pussy was aching with need.

“I took an oath. I’m celibate. I’m not even supposed to be drinking.”

Defeat flooded through me. I couldn’t ask him to break his oath for me. That was wrong, and a line that I couldn’t cross, regardless of how much I wanted to. Dropping my head, I nodded instead.

He moved his hand, lifting my chin with his index before leaning in and brushing his lips against mine in a light kiss. I opened for him, savoring the warmth of his soft mouth and whiskey-flavored breath. His tongue flicked over mine, making me tremble with desire. To my dismay, he pulled away too soon, his breaths coming out pain and ragged.

“You need to go. I’m sorry. I’m not in a good state of mind.”

“Okay,” I relented. “Just don’t do anything stupid.”

He laughed hollowly. “I think it’s a little late for that.” His smile faded and he moved away from me again, putting distance between us. “We’re going to the wellness retreat on Friday afternoon. Dr. Blake cleared you to go. I have some clothes in my car for you, I’ll bring them then.”

“Okay.”

He swallowed thickly, letting his eyes trail over my body one last time before he turned for the door. Once he was gone, frustration tore through my limbs. I exited the office and stormed out of the church, my clit so swollen with need that it ached, traveling through the rest of my organs. I needed a release. To be filled.

I made my way back to my room and paused at the door, my hand hovering over the doorknob when a stupid idea struck me. Turning, my eyes grazed over Archer’s door, uncertainty flickering through me. If Valentine refused to undo the need he caused within me, then I’d find someone who would. I started for Archer’s door, pushing it open. I was way past rationalizing that knocking seemed pointless. My gaze darted through the area, and I frowned when I noticed he wasn’t here.

Huffing, I retreated into the hall again. There was only one other option but screw it. If he could take what he wanted from me when it benefited him, then I could do it, too.

I stormed up to his door and pushed it open. He was on his bed, his hand fisting his cock as he stared up at the ceiling. He jerked up, his eyes wide and unfocused. When they settled on me, a sneer captured his features.

“What the fuck?” he growled. “Get out.”

“Good.” I smirked. “Your dick is already out. Makes things easier.”

His features twisted with confusion, but I didn’t give him time to process what I’d just said. Instead, I let the door close behind me and crossed his room in a few long strides. Once I reached his bedside, I pushed my panties down my legs and climbed on his bed and then threw one leg over him so I could straddle him.

“Fuck. What are you doing?” He breathed out, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Using you. Just like you used me.” I smirked, taking my hand to position him at my center. My fingertips slid over his piercings, and I slowly sank down until he was stretching me whole.

His lips parted, his head falling back onto the mattress. “That was a one-time thing,” he gritted out, trying to hide the pleasure from his face but failing miserably.

“Then throw me off,” I challenged, knowing he could stop this if he really wanted to.

Before he could even think about doing it, I started moving my hips, his piercings brushing against my walls, making me whimper in pleasure. My hands rested on his bare chest as I used him to drive my movements. He moved his hands to grip my waist in a painful grip, holding me down so that he remained deep inside of me.

“Just so you know,” I panted, lifting, just to drop back down. He groaned in response, giving me the power I needed to control this situation. “You weren’t my first choice.” I smirked. “Archer isn’t in his room.”

He moved a hand to slap it around my throat and squeezed, stealing the oxygen from my lungs. “Stay away from him you dirty little slut.”

“Make me,” I taunted.

He snarled, moving his hips to throw me off him, making my back hit the bed. He slipped out of me and released his hold on my neck, but before I could do anything, he grabbed me beneath my thighs and yanked me toward him. He crawled on top of me, hoisting my skirt even higher above my hips before propping my legs over his hips and then he drove into me again, making my back arch.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he panted breathlessly. “Why?”

I snorted in response. “Because the thought of fucking Archer turned me on.” It was a lie, but I wasn’t about to tell him the real reason.

Rage burned bright in his blue eyes, and he increased his pace while deepening his thrusts. A moan tore from my throat, and I slapped a hand over my mouth to muffle it. He smirked triumphantly, like he had the power now and it pissed me off. I moved my hands, wrapping them around his throat and tightened my grip, stealing his breath as he had done to me. His eyes hooded, like he got off on it and this time, the moan came from him. Dropping his head, he smashed his mouth against mine hungrily, forcing my arms to bend against my chest from where they were still gripping his neck. I loosened my hold, parting my lips to accept and allowed my tongue to graze his straight, white teeth. There was nothing intimate about this. It was primal, hungry, and sloppy.

When the sound of the door opening echoed through the room, we both froze. My eyes darted over in that direction, and Jordan’s eyes widened, his sketchbook clutched beneath his arm. Archer appeared behind him moments later, disbelief contorting his features, but I was so lost to the pleasure it didn’t matter.

When Seven realized it was just them, he started slamming into me again, more ruthlessly this time like he had something to prove—like he wanted Archer to see.

Jordan smirked, shaking his head before he moved to sit in the chair on the other side of the room, his eyes pinned on us.

Seven eased off of me, slowing his movements. “Might as well give them a show.” He smirked, hooking his fingers beneath the hem of my shirt before pulling it up over my head. I lifted my arms, letting the fabric slip from them and he tossed it on the floor. Next, he reached around me and unclasped my bra, doing the same thing.

“Fuck this,” Archer growled.

I expected him to storm out, but he was on the bed moments later at Seven’s side. He leaned down, capturing my lips with his, just as hungrily and demanding as Seven’s had been. I reached up, running my fingers through his dark hair. Seven started thrusting even harder, his piercings rubbing against my clit, making me cry out, the sound bleeding into Archer’s mouth who groaned in response.

“Get off my whore,” Seven grunted, his words holding no weight whatsoever.

Archer snorted, breaking the kiss before he dropped his hands to the button on his jeans where he sloppily worked it. His pants loosened around his hips, and he pushed them down his thighs, his hard erection straining against his boxers.

“Either let me inside her, or I’m fucking you while you fuck her,” Archer warned with a smirk, like he knew that Seven would relent.

Seven hesitated. “Fine. But one of you is sucking my dick.” He pulled out of me, the cold air drifting over my aching center. I’d never felt this needy before and it made me feel like a whore—just like Seven said I was.

Archer pushed his boxers down and took Seven’s place, his dark hair falling over his forehead. He eased into me, stretching me wider than Seven had. My lips parted at the unexpected stretch of his girth.

Turning my head, my eyes locked with Jordan’s, his lids hooded, and his eyes glazed with lust.

“Eyes on me,” Archer demanded as he seated himself. Slowly, I turned my head back to him, our eyes connecting again. “Good fucking girl.” His words did something to me, the praise sending heat spiraling through my body.

“Fuck me,” I pleaded, lifting my hips to gain more friction.

A smirk curled the corners of his mouth. “I like you desperate and needy like this.” He moved his hands to the inside of my thighs and pushed them wider apart before he began thrusting slowly. “You feel so damn good, Rosalie.”

Out of all the fantasies my mind had conjured up prior to losing my virginity, this hadn’t been one of them. Two guys sharing me while another watched with deep fascination and hunger, like he was memorizing this for his own personal use later. I wasn’t sure what had come over me—what had prompted me to seek out Seven. Sure, I was extremely horny, but I hated Seven. He pissed me off, degraded me, blatantly told me that he used me for sex. Lust was clearly a powerful weapon. Because even as Seven stood at my side now, fisting his thick, pierced erection, his eyes hooded with desire and hunger, there was no sign of the hate etched into his features because his lust was consuming him whole. It didn’t change anything. I was a warm hole that practically forced myself on him. Had I asked instead of sinking onto his cock, he might have even laughed in my face and told me to get bent. But it was still hot, my own lust consuming me just as completely. Suddenly, my desire for Valentine didn’t matter anymore. Nor did the knowledge that I’d never be able to know what it felt like to have him.

Maybe dying wasn’t the answer after all. There were so many things that I hadn’t experienced. Things I didn’t even know I wanted. My life had been boring before. But this, this made me want to open myself up to all the dirty and depraved things that had never even crossed my mind. I’d been nothing but a good girl, seeking out the validation and desire of a man who was getting it from another woman. Right now, I could at least pretend that this wasn’t all about what was between my legs. Just in this moment at the very least. If that made me reckless, who cares? It wasn’t like I had much going for me right now, anyways.

Archer’s grunts pulled me from my thoughts, his lips parted in pleasure as he peered into my eyes, the hunger in his darkening them.

“You’re so much bigger than Seven.” I moaned. It was a lie. Archer was girthier and long, but Seven was longer and had piercings to make up for his width.

Seven scowled at me, and I couldn’t fight the smile from breaking out across my face. Jordan chuckled from the chair he still resided in, his arms propped on his knees as he leaned forward to peer around Seven so that he could still see me.

“Then since I’m so small why don’t you ride his dick and let me fuck you in the ass,” he suggested in a taunting tone. “You are the one that literally stormed into my room and jumped on my cock like a starved little whore. It’s only fair that I fuck you how I want.”

Humiliation trickled into my veins. He made me sound desperate. But that was exactly what happened, so maybe I really was turning into a desperate little whore. Archer jerked his head up in surprise, like he couldn’t believe I’d done that either. Suddenly, I wished the bed would gape open and devour me whole to shield me from the burning humiliation of his words and Archer’s reaction.

They could slut shame me all they wanted. They were still fucking me despite it. There were hundreds of girls in this asylum, many of them were prettier than me with bigger assets. They didn’t have to settle.

“Then do what you want. You’re going to anyway,” I retorted bitterly.

A malicious smile broke out across Seven’s face, and I knew right then that he was going to do exactly that, regardless of what I wanted. Archer seemed to sense it too, because he quickly shook his head, slowing down his movements. “She’s not ready for that,” he protested.

“Then I’ll get her ready.” He shrugged.

Nervous energy prickled through me, Archer’s gaze searching mine with uncertainty. My heart was pounding violently within my chest, but the thought of having them both inside me had heat pooling in the depths of my abdomen. Hesitantly, I nodded, sealing my fate. There was no backing out now, they didn’t even have to tell me that for it to become crystal clear.

Archer pulled out of me, my pussy throbbing with his departure. He moved to lay on the bed and with shaky movements, I rose onto my knees, but Seven was shoving me back down onto the mattress. My lips parted in a protest, but he was yanking my skirt down my legs before I could utter a single word. He moved to the side, giving Jordan a direct view of me which felt intentional. He grabbed my right leg and tugged it wider, putting my core on display.

“Look how fucking wet she is,” he growled. “You want in on this?”

My throat tightened and heat seared through my stomach at the thought of adding a third guy. Jordan looked like he was thinking about it, but then he leaned back in his chair and shook his head. “Not interested in sloppy seconds.”

Ouch.

His words stung more than I expected them to. It wasn’t like we had a sexual connection the way me and Archer did, or a hate-filled chemistry like me and Seven did. It still sucked to hear, though.

I pushed myself back to my knees, tearing my leg away from Seven’s grip and climbed on top of Archer, sinking down on him the way I’d done Seven earlier. Archer’s lips parted on a gasp, his hands moving to grip my waist. “Fuck yes,” he groaned.

Seven came up behind me, placing his hand on my upper back to lower me. My chest pressed against Archer’s, his shirt the only barrier between our bodies. When Seven’s finger brushed against my asshole, my body jerked.

“Relax,” Archer soothed, brushing his fingers through my tangled hair.

I sucked in a deep breath and nodded, willing my body to obey his single command. I was in way over my head, and we all knew it. They just didn’t care. Seven slipped his finger through the tight ring of muscle, the feeling foreign and uncomfortable. As if sensing this, Archer slowly started to thrust into me again from beneath me, pleasure following every movement of his hips. I placed my head against his shoulder, my lips brushing the side of his neck in an attempt to distract me from what Seven was doing.

Archer let out a moan that vibrated through his chest. “God damn, baby. You’re so fucking tight.”

“Her ass looks tighter,” Seven commented in a smug tone, deepening his finger inside me. I shuddered against Archer, my breaths coming out frantic. Slowly, he started to slide it in and out, moving it around to open me wider for him. Once he was satisfied with that, he removed his finger, the bed shifting under his weight shortly after. Something wet slid against my hole, my breath catching in my throat. He was licking me back there.

“Seven,” I said hesitantly.

“Hush. You’re doing so well; just let him fuck you. Focus on that.”

Archer turned his head, capturing my lips. I kissed him back urgently, loving the way he tasted. Loving how I didn’t have to regret my attraction for him anymore due to guilt. I started moving my hips in tandem with his, causing him to deepen inside me. I moaned into his mouth while Seven slipped his tongue into my asshole, releasing a groan of his own. He might have hated me, but there was no denying our chemistry. This couldn’t be faked.

“Fuck,” Seven moaned. “I think she’s ready.” The bed shifted again, his dick pressing against my back entrance moments later. “You ready, little virgin?”

I broke my kiss with Archer, burying my face in his neck, trying to prepare myself. “Just do it,” I choked out.

He gripped my hips and slid into me slowly. My ass stretched around him, his piercings rippling through me with every inch he sank. It was painful, but not unbearable. Archer continued to move his hips, giving me pleasure through the pain which did help some. Once Seven was all the way inside, he stilled, allowing me to adjust to him.

“I can feel your balls against mine,” Archer said, his voice clouded with lust.

Seven snorted in response and slowly started to thrust. Tears attacked my eyes from the sharp pain, but after a few moments of them both sliding in and out of me, the pain subsided. I felt so unbelievably full, but in the best way.

“How does that feel?” Archer asked.

“Good.”

His mouth stretched into a smile, and he started pounding into me more furiously this time, my arms winding around his neck so that I could be as close to him as humanly possible. Seven increased his pace too, his hand coming down on my ass hard, causing my pussy to clamp around Archer with desire.

“I think she likes that,” Archer pointed out.

“Of course she does. She’s a freaky little slut.” Annoyance trickled through me, but before I could say anything, he slapped my ass again, causing a moan to fall from my lips instead. “Fuck,” he groaned, slamming his hips against my ass. “Her asshole is so goddamn tight. You want me to cum in you, Rosalie?”

My breathing picked up, electricity spiraling through my veins. A thick fog swarmed my head, disregarding all rationality. Yes. I wanted him to cum in me, to feel the warmth of his liquid filling me completely. But saying that out loud was embarrassing.

Archer moaned, his fingertips digging into my lower back. “Answer him, baby. Do you want Seven’s cum in your ass?”

I was suddenly thankful that my face was hidden and they couldn’t see the flush of my cheeks.

“Fuck it. I’m going to do it anyway,” Seven grunted, driving into me ruthlessly. “She’s gripping me so tight; I’m not going to last long.”

With his words, my stomach tightened, sparks dancing behind my eyelids. A moan tore from my lips as I shattered around Archer, my release exploding all over him.

“Holy shit,” Archer breathed out. “She just squirted all over my cock.”

Seven leaned forward, winding his hand through my hair and tugged, causing my back to arch and my head to lift so that I was in a more upright position. My hands moved to Archer’s chest to help support me while they continued fucking me. Pain seared through my scalp, but I loved every minute of it. My eyes darted over to Jordan who now had his sweats down, his hand wrapped around his thick, tattooed dick where he pumped it up and down vigorously. My tits bounced with every movement, pleasure consuming my body entirely.

“God damn,” Seven moaned. “You’re so fucking sexy. Watching our cocks slide in and out of you is the hottest thing ever. You’re dripping all over him.” He removed a hand from around my waist, his fingertips brushing against my raw pussy as he ran them along my juices. I glanced over my shoulder just in time to see him stick them in his mouth, his eyes falling on mine. Something sharp and electric passed between us in that moment and I could tell that he felt it, too.

“Fuck. I can’t,” Archer grunted, his hot seed shooting into me.

My eyes widened, my lips falling open as I turned back to look at him. He just came inside me. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Horror twisted my stomach, but I couldn’t form words. Seven was releasing in me next, his warm liquid filling my ass so completely, I couldn’t help but cry out. He returned both hands to my hips, jerking me back into him a few more times, my ass jiggling with every movement. I collapsed onto Archer, my breathing coming out rough and ragged.

“You did amazing,” Archer complimented, cupping my sweaty face between his hands and kissing me deeply.

Seven slipped out of me and I winced from the slight burn of his departure, his cum trickling down my ass and onto Archer, but he didn’t seem to mind. Next, his mouth was on me again, sucking out his release and causing me to tremble against Archer with a surprised gasp.

The bed dipped again beneath Seven’s waist, and he rounded the mattress. He fisted my hair again, tugging me back and leaned down to kiss Archer in my place, spitting his cum right into his mouth. Archer groaned, moving his hands to grip Seven’s face and tugged him closer, smushing me between them. Archer’s dick twitched inside me a few times, causing me to whimper.

“I’m still pissed at you,” Archer told him when he pulled away. “This didn’t change anything.”

Seven shrugged. “It didn’t change anything for me, either. I still want nothing to do with her.”

A lump formed in my throat at that admission, and I felt dirtier than ever now. I knew this wouldn’t change anything, but with Archer joining in and how hot it had been, I couldn’t help but hope that it might. Archer nodded firmly, dropping his hands from around my waist. I took that opportunity to climb off him, and hurried to gather my clothes, trying not to let it show that his words stung.

Once I was dressed, my fingers worked through my hair trying to undo the tangles of the mess this had caused. If this didn’t mean anything to them, then I could pretend, too. “You were useful for once. Thanks. Now I’m going to go,” I said in my most monotone voice, even though my heart was pounding.

Something flashed across Seven’s face, and I wondered if I’d been too convincing, but that was the goal.

“What?” I taunted, going in for the kill. “You didn’t think this was anything more than a booty call, did you? I already told you; you weren’t my first choice. You were just the only thing available at the time.”

Jordan released a laugh, drawing my gaze to him. His pants were pulled back up, leading me to believe he’d already gotten off. But I didn’t care about what he thought, either. To him, I was just sloppy seconds.

I glanced over at Archer, a smile curling the corners of my mouth. “Walk with me?”

Surprise flashed across his face, but he nodded and grabbed his boxers. It made me feel a little guilty, because I was pissed at him, too. He came in me without even asking. I wasn’t on birth control. At least Seven didn’t cum in my pussy. He pulled out. This was purely to hurt Seven even more. To get back at him for the things he’d said to me.

Once Archer was dressed, I led the way out of his room, my brain spiraling. I needed a shower and an ice pack. When we reached my door, I slipped inside. He turned to leave, not bothering to say anything which was unlike him but his mind seemed to be somewhere else. I grabbed his wrist, tugging him into me and rose to capture his lips with mine.

“Don’t cum in my pussy ever again,” I whispered. “I’m not on the pill.”

Guilt twisted his features, and he nodded at that realization before kissing me harder, tugging my body against his. “You realize you’re mine now, right? You gave me your body.”

A slow smile stretched across my face. “I’m okay with that.”