He cheated i chose two firefighters novel Chapter 129

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Chapter 129 A Small Ache Mixed With Delight

Trigger Warning: Minor blood–related kink.

Scar’s POV

Dear Diary,

I never imagine that blood becomes something that arouses me.

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Wow, dancing is an absolute blast, but my throat feels painfully dry. I scan my surroundings and then

glance toward the table we reserve for tonight. I crease my brow when I don’t spot anyone there. Jace and Milo stand right there earlier, just before I head to the dance floor with Maren. I genuinely like Maren. She flirts easily, and she puts me at ease. I adore the fact that she never reacts weirdly about Gavin and me. Not that Gavin and I are together, but the whole friends–with–benefits situation- especially staying friends afterward–would normally mess hard with my insecurities, yet it never bothers Maren. That probably comes from growing up with all those older brothers.

The bartender sets the drink I order down in front of me and flashes a playful wink. I grin back and take a long swallow. God, cran Chapter Unlocked, Enjoy Reading! I already drink enough alcohol tonight. I don’t want to cross the line and get completely wasted. As I move along the edge of the dance floor, I watch the crowd–bodies bumping together, grinding close, spinning freely. Before relocating to Florida, clubbing is never something I experience. My life is always consumed by school, work, Brennan. This environment feels intoxicating. I love it.

I sway gently to the beat when, out of nowhere, an arm snakes around my waist and a hand clamps firmly over my mouth. My glass slips from my fingers, shattering loudly against the floor. People nearby turn to see what is happening. A couple of men step forward toward me and whoever is holding me, but then they abruptly raise their hands in surrender. What the hell? A woman is being abducted right in front of them, and no one intervenes.

I try to scream through the hand covering my mouth. My legs start kicking wildly when I am lifted off the ground. My foot slams into a shin, earning a grunt of pain. The grip shifts, and now the entire palm presses over my mouth and nose, blocking my airflow. Panic truly sets in then. I struggle desperately, but I can’t pull in a breath. My vision starts darkening at the edges. We burst through the exit of the main building. I hear someone yell, “Hey!” right before everything fades to black.

Murmured voices reach my ears, though the words remain indistinct. I feel cold all over. Keeping my eyes shut, I slowly drift back toward awareness. I sense that I am hanging in the air, my arms stretched wide and my legs spread apart. They are restrained. I also realize that I am entirely naked. A soft, breathy moan escapes me as I open my eyes.

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My eyes fly open wider as terror surges through me. I hang suspended from a massive rectangular structure. Chains and cuffs hold me firmly in place. My body is stretched outward like a starfish, floating above the ground. I scream as loudly as I can. Darkness surrounds me, broken only by a harsh, blinding light shining down from above. My heart pounds wildly, my breaths coming in jagged, uneven pulls. I hear metal clatter, and a single figure emerges from the shadows, pushing a metal cart. A sheet drapes over its surface. The figure is unmistakably male, cloaked in a black robe and wearing a black mask with only eye holes and an opening for his mouth.

“Who are you? Where am I?” I scream again.

The man only stares at me. I thrash my arms and legs, causing the chains to sway and rattle loudly. I

am completely screwed.

He steps closer, lowering his masked face to my neck and drawing in a deep breath. I turn my head away from him.

“Mmmmm,” he groans. His nose traces a slow path from my neck, down between my breasts, and

circles each nipple. They stiffen instantly under his attention. He flicks his tongue across one and then

the other. Because of how sensitive they are, pleasure shoots straight through me. I gasp sharply and

squeeze my eyes shut. No, no, no!

“Get away from me!” I scream.

He answers with a deep, sinister chuckle. He raises one hand covered in a black glove. The gloves

resemble the kind used in surgery. He slides his hand between my thighs and brushes his fingers

against my clit. I gasp again, a moan spilling out of me.

“No! I’m not yours. Stop!”

He ignores my plea and thrusts one finger inside me, then adds a second. My head drops back as he curls his fingers and strokes me deeply. My body begins to tremble uncontrollably. Oh God, I am about to orgasm from a complete stranger. Just before it happens, he withdraws his hand. I pant harshly, clenching my jaw in frustration.

A second figure steps out from the darkness, making me jerk and release a frightened cry. He is dressed just like the first man. He yanks the sheet off the cart. My gaze snaps toward it instantly.

A whip, a riding crop, a bullet vibrator with straps, and a thin silver blade are laid out.

Where the hell are Milo and Jace? Wait. I shake my head, trying to clear the terror from my thoughts. There is no way Jace and Milo allow something like this to happen to me. Do I recognize the voice that

shouts “Hey“? It sounds like Jace.

Is this what Maisie means when she says anything can happen? Is this the theme the club organizers assign me? Two masked strangers torturing me? Is this torture meant to blend pleasure with pain?

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Maisie knows I want this, but she also knows I am with Jace and Milo. Do they agree to this? Are they watching me right now? If I scream “pineapple,” does everything immediately stop? I am still

frightened, but curiosity creeps in–and arousal follows closely behind.