Chapter 172 Harem Hole Ch7
- He should’ve known they weren’t finished.
- The chain stayed. The bruises stayed. His begging stayed — useless now that they knew how pretty he sounded when he broke.
- He lay sprawled on the bed, wrists still cuffed to the headboard, legs spread by their demand. The room smelled like sweat and slick and heat. Like him — and them — and the sin they’d smeared across every sheet and pillow.