Aria's POV
I don't know when it stopped being wrong and started feeling like oxygen. All I know is that every time they touched me, whether it was Caleb's rough fingers dragging over my skin or Richard's filthy words curling against my ear—I felt alive in ways I never thought possible.
Days bled into nights, and the routine of sin became my comfort.
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The afternoons belonged to Caleb. He would catch me glancing at him in the hallway, his smirk daring me to follow. My heart always raced as I slid into his car, the tinted windows trapping us in our secret. The moment the door closed, his hand was between my thighs, his voice growling, "Spread for me."
I obeyed. Always.
The seatbelt cut into my skin as he pushed me against it, his fingers sliding inside me with brutal rhythm, the leather seats sticking to my sweat. My head slammed back against the rest when his thumb pressed my clit. "You're dripping already? Fuck, Aria, you crave me, don't you?"
"Yes… Caleb… please…" I whispered, choking on my moan as he bent me over the console and took me right there, the car rocking with every thrust. Shame didn't exist when his cock split me open; all that mattered was the way he fucked me until I was clawing the dashboard, screaming his name, shuddering against the seatbelt cutting tighter and tighter into me.
By the time he was done, I was shaking, ruined… and hungry for more.
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The nights belonged to Richard.
He waited until everyone was asleep, then found me in the kitchen. I was stupid enough to think I could just grab water and escape him, but the second I turned, he was there—towering, grinning, dangerous.
His hand tangled in my hair as he bent me over the counter, his voice low and filthy. "Say it, Aria. Say you're mine."
My cheek pressed against the cold marble as his cock filled me, stretching me wide. I couldn't think, couldn't breathe. I gasped his name, moaning that forbidden confession: "I'm yours… Richard… I'm yours."
He pounded into me, the sound of skin slapping echoing through the kitchen. His words dripped into my ear like poison, hot and wicked. "Good girl. My filthy little secret. My perfect little hole."
I was melting, drowning, my pussy clenching so hard around him that I came screaming, my juices wetting the counter. He didn't stop until I admitted it again, until my voice was raw from crying out that I belonged to him.
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But dinner… dinner was the worst torture of all.
Sitting at the table with my mother right across from me, trying to act normal, while both of them claimed me in silent, filthy ways. Richard's hand sliding under the table to stroke my thigh. Caleb's smirk when he noticed, his foot brushing mine, his stare burning into me like a brand.
I would bite my lip to hide my gasps, shifting in my chair as my nipples hardened under my shirt. My mother had no idea that her daughter was dripping wet between her legs while the two men across from her teased her to insanity.
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Richard pulled me into the living room, pushing me onto the couch, but Caleb followed close behind, his jaw clenched, his eyes full of fire. I thought they might fight again. Instead, they looked at me—like predators who had already agreed to share the same prey.
"On your knees," Richard ordered.
"On all fours," Caleb growled.
I obeyed both.
Caleb shoved into me from behind, his thrusts brutal, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. Richard straddled my front, grinding his cock against my clit, making me scissor open under his weight.
"Take us both," Richard groaned, pressing down harder. "Show us how much you need this."
I cried out, choking on my moans as Caleb's cock slammed deeper, while Richard's grinding sent sparks exploding through me. Their mouths were everywhere—Richard sucking my nipples, Caleb biting my shoulder—two different kinds of pain and pleasure drowning me at once.
I screamed until my throat was raw, my body quaking, and when I squirted, they didn't stop. They kept going, pushing me past every limit I thought I had, wringing climax after climax from me until my body collapsed, broken and satisfied.
Lying there, sandwiched between them, I realized the truth.
I was addicted.
This wasn't love, wasn't romance, it was need. I was their toy, their secret, their obsession. And I didn't care anymore.
Breathless, trembling, I whispered the words that sealed my fate:
"I belong to you both."