Chapter 175 Ts 3

• “Hands off yourself,” Cyril ordered. He pulled his thumb from Moon's mouth, and Moon's fingers slid free of his body, and then Cyril was gripping his wrist, pulling his arm back. “Bill is going to fuck you first. You're going to take every inch. And when he's done filling you up, Manuel will do it again. And then —” He paused, and something dark flickered behind his eyes. “Then you're going to show me how grateful you are. Understand?”
• Moon nodded. His voice was gone. His whole body was trembling, shaking with something that wasn't fear and wasn't arousal but was both, a hot liquid need that had swallowed him whole.
• “Good.” Cyril straightened up, his hand still in Moon's hair. “On your hands and knees. Face the wall.”