Chapter 53
Evander
The bathroom is thick with steam, hot and heavy, curling up the walls and fogging the mirror. She leans into the stream, head tipped back, eyes shut as the water rushes over her face.
The blood and sweat are gone now, but the mark of tonight still clings to her. I can see it in the way her shoulders shake, proud and unbroken but trembling under the weight of what she’s done.
At first, I think she’s just breathing hard. Then I hear it—the quiet, broken sound she makes and she presses her palms to the tile.
“Fuck,” she whispers, voice cracking under the spray. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Her shoulders curl inward, head bowed. “I hated them. I hated them so much.”
The words fall out like a confession. “I used to wish they’d die, that someone else would do it.
But it was me.” She hits her chest with the flat of her hand, a dull thud drowned in the water.
“It was me. And I’m—” Her voice fractures, breaking into sobs that echo off the walls.
“I’m glad they’re gone. I’m glad. What does that make me? ”
I step closer and wrap my arms around her from behind. She knows it’s me without needing to turn. Her cries twist into laughter, wet and ugly. “Am I a monster, Evander?”
“Hey.” My voice comes out low, steady. “Look at me.” I guide her body so she’s facing me. She shakes her head, hands covering her face. I take them gently, prying her fingers away so I can see her eyes—red, swollen, terrified. “You survived monsters,” I tell her. “That doesn’t make you one.”
She stares at me like she’s trying to decide if I mean it. Then she reaches for me, dragging me closer until our foreheads press together. The water runs between us, hot and relentless.
I wrap my arms around her, holding her against my chest as she sobs. Every tremor, every gasp feels like another layer peeling off.
When her crying finally slows, she leans back just enough to look at me. Her lips are trembling. “You shouldn’t want me right now.”
“Maybe I don’t,” I murmur, thumb brushing her jaw. “Maybe I need you.”
Her laugh is small, disbelieving. But when she leans in, I meet her halfway.
The kiss starts soft, but then she tilts her head and I feel the shift, the grief still there, burning under the surface, but transforming into something else. Her hands find my abdomen, fingers shaking as they trace the lines of my stomach.
I pull her close, feeling the piercings against my palm, the cold metal a jolt against heat. She gasps into my mouth when my thumb rolls over it, when I tug gently just to hear that sound again.
“Sensitive?” I murmur, though I already know the answer.
I roll the barbell between my fingers slowly, teasing, pulling until the skin tightens and her back arches. She bites her lip, eyes flicking up to mine with that look that dares me to go further.
My other hand slides to her other breast, thumb pressing down on the matching piercing. I rub in small circles, letting the twin points of metal scrape under my touch. She moans, and it shoots straight through me.
I drop to my knees in front of her. Her skin is slick under my palms, the water running down her thighs as I hook her leg over my shoulder and bury my mouth where she needs me most. I tug at her VCH with my teeth and she stiffens.
That soft gasp, high and trembling, like she can’t believe I’d worship her this way—it’s the kind of sound that lives under your skin.
I eat her like she’s the last thing I’ll ever taste, tongue circling her piercing, sucking slowly and then fast just to feel her buck against me.
She fists her hands in my hair, tugging, and every pull only makes me hungrier.
The noise she lets slip—half moan, half broken plea—bounces off the tile, echoes in my chest.
And fuck, it undoes me. I grip my cock with one hand, jerking myself slow and hard while I devour her, because nothing hits like knowing she’s coming apart for one of us.
Her leg trembles against my shoulder, her hips grind against my mouth, and I know she’s close.
I want to be the one who drags her over, who keeps her there until she can’t even stand.
She gasps again, louder, wetter, and I swallow the sound like it belongs to me. My chest is tight, my cock throbs in my fist, and all I can think is no matter how much she takes from me, it’ll never be enough.
Her body tightens against me, thighs trembling around my head, and then she breaks with a cry that ricochets off the tile.
It’s sharp and helpless, the kind of sound that tells me she’s gone.
I hold her there, tongue working her clit, sucking hard until she jerks and shudders, until her nails drag across my scalp and she’s trying to push me back because it’s too much.
I don’t stop until I feel her slump against the wall, chest heaving, water streaming down her face like tears that aren’t there.
I rise slowly, kissing my way up her stomach, across her collarbone, until I catch her mouth with mine.
She tastes like steam and salt and victory, and when she kisses me back, it feels like she’s giving me more than just her lips.
“Good girl,” I murmur against her mouth before reaching past her to shut the water off.
The room goes quiet except for her breathing.
I grab the towel from the hook, wrap it tight around her, and lift her off her feet like she weighs nothing.
She leans her damp head against my shoulder, eyes half-closed, still dazed from the high I dragged out of her.
The door creaks open as I carry her out, bare feet silent on the hall floor. Her body is warm against me, slick hair dripping down my chest. I swear I could carry her forever.
When we step into the bedroom, Garron is already there. He’s stretched out against the headboard, gray sweats shoved down just enough, his fist wrapped around his cock. He looks up when we enter, eyes burning like coals.
“You sounded sexy as hell in there, Little Horror,” he growls, voice low and rough. With unhurried strokes of his hand, it’s clear he’s showing off for us.
I smirk and set her down gently on her feet at the edge of the bed, watching Garron’s gaze devour her. The towel loosens as she stands, slipping lower over her chest. Garron’s eyes fix on the gap, on the edge of skin just barely hidden, and his hand speeds up like he can’t help it.
I slide behind her, palms over her hips, tugging the towel down until it puddles at her feet. Her body is bared, wet hair sticking to her back, goosebumps rising where the cooler air hits her damp skin. I kiss her shoulder, teeth grazing, and she sighs like she’s already giving in.
“Fuck,” Garron mutters. His gravelly, hungry voice tells me how close he already is just from watching. “Come here.”
I give her a little nudge toward him. She crawls onto the bed, water still dripping from her, and Garron’s hand leaves his cock just long enough to pull her up by the chin and crash his mouth to hers.
I climb up behind her, pressing my chest to her back, hands cupping her breasts, thumbing her piercings until her moan vibrates into Garron’s mouth. Her ass grinds back against me, slick and needy, and I rut forward just to feel the drag.
“You feel that, Little Horror?” I breathe into her ear. “I give you an orgasm and bring you another cock when you haven’t even touched mine yet.”
She whimpers into Garron’s mouth, and he chuckles darkly, breaking the kiss. “She wants it badly. Look at her, Ev. She’s dripping already.”
I pinch her nipples harder, and she jerks. Garron fists his cock again, dragging it across her thigh, leaving a wet trail on her skin. “Tell us what you want,” he orders.
Her gaze flicks between us, lips swollen, chest heaving. “I want…” She grins, wicked as hell. “I want both of you.”
I hook an arm around her waist and hold her steady, grinding my cock against her ass.
“Fuck, you taste like sin,” Garron groans.
I line myself up against the curve of her ass, sliding through the slick mess we’ve made of her.
“Please,” she pants, voice ragged.
“Beg prettier,” I growl, teasing her with shallow pushes, not giving her more than an inch.
“She’s already begging, Ev,” Garron says, “Just not with those lips. Give it to her.”
I thrust forward hard, burying myself to the hilt. Her whole body jerks as a cry rips from her throat. The heat of her clenching around me is enough to make me grit my teeth, every muscle in my body tight as I force myself not to lose it too soon.
Garron strokes his cock over her lips, smearing precum across them. “Open up, Little Horror,” he orders.
Her mouth falls open and he slides in, groaning as she takes him down. I hold her hips and slam into her from behind, the bedframe rattling with each thrust. Her muffled moans vibrate around Garron’s cock, the sound going straight through me.
“Fuck, that’s it,” Garron groans, hand tangled in her wet hair, guiding her mouth on him. “She’s a perfect little hole, Ev.”
I grip her hips tighter, pounding into her harder, sweat dripping down my spine. Her body takes it, greedy, clutching me like she was made for this. I lean over her, mouth at her ear. “You’re ours, Little Horror. Say it.”
She pulls off Garron’s cock just long enough to choke out, “Yours,” before he stuffs her mouth again.
Her walls clamp down on me as another orgasm rips through her, her cries swallowed by Garron.
The tightness drags me over the edge, and with a curse I bury myself deep, spilling inside her with a growl.
Garron jerks her head back, spilling across her face and chest, groaning low as his release paints her skin.
She collapses forward onto the sheets, trembling, gasping for breath. I pull out slowly, watching my spend leak from her, and Garron laughs.
“Look at her,” he pants. “Dripping with both of us. Holy fucking hell.”
And me? I can’t stop staring at her, wrecked and beautiful, knowing this is only the beginning.
She’s still trembling when I wrap my arms tight around her middle, pulling her flush against my chest. Her damp hair sticks to my jaw as I murmur into her ear.
“Not done with you, Little Horror. Not even close.”
Garron lines himself up again, his cock already hard.. I hold her steady as he drives in deep, and the sound she makes cuts right through me. I slide my hand down her stomach, fingers finding her clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles while Garron pounds into her from the front.
Her head tips back against me, mouth open, eyes wild. I kiss her throat, tasting sweat. Garron grips her thighs, driving into her harder, the bed shaking with it. I keep my pace steady on her clit, relentless, making sure every thrust drags her closer and closer.
“Fuck—look at her,” Garron growls, eyes fixed on her face. “She’s perfect.”
I smile against her skin. “She’s ours.”
Her nails dig into my forearm, her whole body quivering as she teeters on the edge.
Garron slams into her, I circle harder, and the three of us are lost to it.
She tips over that edge with a broken cry.
Her pussy squeezes around him, milking every drop of his release.
Garron groans, curses under his breath, and buries himself deep, spilling inside her.
I don’t stop. I keep her pinned against me, her body trembling from aftershocks. Garron slips out with a grunt, chest heaving, and I shift us down onto the bed before she can fold in on herself.
“Shh, I’ve got you,” I whisper against her damp temple.
She whimpers like she’s too far gone, legs still spread, her body open and shaking.
And I take her there. I push her forward just enough to slide behind, her back against my chest, her hair sticking to my jaw as I hold her chin up.
My cock presses into her ass, and she lets out a hoarse moan when I slide in slowly.
The tight heat around me nearly steals the breath from my lungs. I wrap my arm around her waist, my other hand finding her clit again. She cries out, but it’s faint, her voice already ragged. Garron watches, eyes dark, his hand stroking himself like he wants another round.
“Take her, Ev,” he growls, and I do. My thrusts are steady, filling her completely while my fingers work her front. She’s shaking like she doesn’t have anything left, but her body keeps answering mine, clenching, writhing.
I whisper filth into her ear, bite her neck, and push her until she breaks again. “So tight back here, Little Horror. Feels like your ass was made for me. You’re going to think of this every time you sit down tomorrow.”
Her whole body spasms, pleasure wrung from every nerve, her voice barely a gasp. She collapses against me, limp, her breaths shallow and soft.
By the time I empty inside her, she’s trembling, eyelids fluttering like she’s trying to stay with me but too far gone.
Her ass clenches weakly around me, draining my balls of cum.
I kiss her temple, still buried deep, and feel her body finally give way.
She exhales slowly, lashes closing, and this time she doesn’t open them again. She’s out, spent and slack in my arms.
Garron smirks at me from across the bed, tucking himself back in, but I just tighten my hold on her.
“She’s wrecked,” I murmur, brushing her damp hair back
“Yeah,” Garron says, voice low, satisfied. “Wrecked and ours.”