He cheated i chose two firefighters novel Chapter 62

Trigger warning. There will be CNC in this chapter and degradation.

Scar’s POV

Dear Diary,

All right. Here we go.

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I tore through the woods as fast as my legs would carry me, the dark water of a big lake tracking along on my left. I’d been given five minutes, and in that tiny window I had no clue how far I’d made it. My

lungs were already starting to complain. I have been slacking on my workouts, and my body was

making sure I knew it.

Dirt thudded under my feet. Running in slides was a terrible idea, and I kept debating whether to just

ditch them.

Then voices rose–whoops cutting through the trees.

Time.

I ducked behind a thick trunk marked with bright, swirling colors, trying to fold myself into the

shadows. There weren’t many good hiding spots out here; everything felt too open, too easy to spot. A

minute or two crawled by.

A twig cracked.

I bolted without even checking what made the sound. My mind immediately spiraled into the worst

options. Were there alligators in this place? Crocodiles? Snakes? What was I thinking, agreeing to this? I was going to get eaten by wildlife before any of them ever caught me.

I ate shit like a st–pid final girl in some cheap horror movie

I scrambled up, brushing grit off my legs and palms, when a sharp whistle cut the air. My head snapped toward it on instinct, and I sprinted the other way. I kept looking over my shoulder–again and

again until I slammed straight into something solid.

A person.

I looked up and found a devil’s mask staring down at me.

My stomach dropped. I knew, logically, this was supposed to be fun. But the second I saw that mask

up close, the fear turned real and immediate. I hadn’t been expecting masks.

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I shoved backward, got my footing, and ran.

I tucked myself around another tree and held still, listening. When I dared to look, no one was there.

I bent over with my hands braced on my knees, sucking air, my heartbeat hammering so hard it felt like it might bruise.

Something yanked my head back.

A fist had one of my braids. I screamed as arms locked around me from behind, pulling me tight to a

hard chest.

“Looky, looky,” a voice purred, rough with amusement. “A little slut running from monsters in the w

oods.”

“She’s a sweet little thing,” someone else added.

I thrashed, trying to wrench free, panic and adrenaline tangling together. Then training took over. I stomped down hard on the foot, pinning me in place. The hold loosened.

I drove my elbow back into his chest and shoved away.

“You’re going to have to try harder than that,” I shot back.

A skeleton mask tilted toward me.

I ran.

I got maybe three feet.

A body slammed into mine and took me down. I screamed, bracing for impact–except he rolled with it, and I ended up landing on top of him. A second later he flipped us, forcing me facedown, pinning me.

“Rope,” he said.

My wrists were tied behind my back in an instant. I fought, twisted, cursed–everything useless.

“Hold still,” he warned, voice low. “I’d hate to nick that pretty, silky skin.”

I froze.

My shirt collar tugged, then the fabric was cut away. The sound of it tearing made me shiver. My

shorts followed, stripped and ruined with the same ruthless efficiency.

“Such a pretty ass on this whore,” someone remarked.

My whole body trembled, and a sound tore out of me that was half sob, half moan.

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A palm cracked down on my right cheek–hard. I screamed. That was going to welt.

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My slides were yanked off my feet. Something circled my right ankle, tightening into place. Before the other could be secured, a fingertip traced my anklet.

“So pretty,” a voice whispered right by my ear.

Then the second strap went on, and my legs were forced wide.

Rope held me. A bar kept me spread. I couldn’t close my thighs no matter how badly I wanted to.

My thong was yanked tight–one sharp pull–and the strap snapped.

“Roll her.”

Hands turned me onto my back. My chest lifted, exposed, pushing up into the cold air. It was uncomfortable, but manageable.

“So fucking gorgeous in the moonlight,” someone said. “And that necklace–pretty.”

“It is,” I managed. “One of my lovers gave it to me.”

“One of your lovers?” The tone sharpened. “You are a whore.”

“Fuck you.”

“Oh, darlin,” the same voice replied. “We’re going to fuck you.”

The man in the skeleton mask leaned over me. He tore off the mask and latched onto my nipples, mouth rough and hungry.

The other ripped his mask away too, then his clothes. He stroked his thick, hard cock with a face full of pure lust.

Teeth sank into my nipple.

I detonated–hips jerking, trying to hump against the clothed body pressed to me. A chuckle rumbled above my head.

He got up, making space.

The other man took his turn–lifting my legs, ducking under the bar, and burying his face between my thighs. His tongue worked me hard, brutal in the best way, beard rasping over my sensitive folds. He sounded feral, like he was starving, eating me down to nothing.

His tongue flicked fast over my clit an..! I threw my head back, mouth opening to scream–only for a cock to shove between my lips.

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I came while I was choking around him.

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