Lana didn't speak.
She just stared at the man in the doorway — tall, dark-skinned, sculpted like a Greek god dipped in ink and danger. His shades reflected the dim yellow light above the bed, where she was still on top of Aiden, both of them glistening with sweat and sex.
The stranger smiled.
"You two look like you started without me."
Aiden chuckled beneath her. "Room's warm. We figured you'd take a while."
Lana's breath caught.
"What the hell is going on?"
Aiden slapped her bare ass, hard. She gasped.
"Remember that box you checked when you booked online?" he said, voice thick. "The one that said 'open to experiences'?"
Her eyes widened.
"…That was real?"
"Oh yeah," said the stranger, stepping inside, locking the door behind him with a click. "You signed up for our midnight double."
---
The man dropped his jacket. Underneath: a tight black tank clinging to rock-hard pecs and arms veined like rope. His voice dropped low.
"Name's Marcus."
He kicked off his boots, then came to the edge of the bed, staring directly at Lana.
"I don't touch dudes. Don't kiss either. But I'll use your body until you forget how to spell your own name. Deal?"
Her mouth was dry. Her body already betraying her.
Aiden licked her neck. "Say yes."
Lana didn't just nod.
She whimpered.
---
Marcus stripped off his shirt and pants, revealing a cock that made Lana bite her lip — thick, long, curved upward like a weapon.
He knelt on the bed behind her, big hands grabbing her waist as Aiden stayed beneath her.
"I want her mouth first," Marcus said.
Aiden grinned. "She's yours."
Lana was spun like a toy, hair pulled, lips parted as Marcus fed himself into her throat.
It wasn't gentle.
She gagged.
He didn't stop.
Aiden held her arms behind her back while Marcus face-f***ed her — deep, slow, then rough — using her mouth like it belonged to him. Her mascara ran, spit dripping from her chin to her breasts.
"Good girl," Marcus growled. "You were made for this."
---
When she couldn't take another second, Marcus pulled out with a wet pop, pushing her down on all fours.
"Now your cunt," he said, spreading her cheeks.
Aiden slid underneath again, placing her on top of him once more. As he slipped inside her soaked pussy, Marcus knelt behind and pressed a lubed finger between her ass cheeks.
Lana tensed.
"Breathe, baby," Aiden whispered. "Let him in."
Marcus spat on her hole and pushed — slowly, carefully — until she was full.
Completely.
Both holes stuffed. One cock pounding from beneath, another grinding from behind.
She was shaking.
Moaning.
Begging without knowing what she was saying.
"You feel that?" Marcus hissed against her ear. "Two men. One filthy, lucky slut."
"Y-you're breaking me—" she gasped.
"No," Aiden smirked. "We're remaking you."
---
They used her.
F***ed her like a shared toy. Moved her body how they wanted. One held her arms, one grabbed her hair. They whispered filth, praises, threats of more. The bed rocked so violently it cracked against the wall.
Marcus pulled out of her ass and came across her back — thick, hot ropes that painted her like art.
Aiden came inside her, thrusting deep, holding her down as she cried out, trembling.
And still…
She wanted more.
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But then came the knock.
Three slow taps.
The men froze.
Lana, barely able to speak, whispered, "Who… the hell…"
Aiden looked at Marcus.
Marcus's jaw clenched.
"That wasn't part of the game."
Another knock.
Followed by a voice:
> "Lana. Open the door. I know you're in there… with them."
She turned pale.
Her ex.
The man she ran from.
And he didn't sound alone.
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TO BE CONTINUED...