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He nods, “Yep. I didn’t get it just to cover my scars, I got it because those scars are burns. I knew I’d always have them, and I wanted a reminder that like a phoenix, I can rise from the flames.”

“What happened?” I ask gently.

“I was twelve. My parents were both junkies, Heroin. Each time I’d get taken into care or run away, they’d clean up their act and I’d be sent back. But they always started using again,” he says, his face sad as he recalls his childhood. “One night, I’d gone to bed and they’d stayed up getting high and smoking. I woke up in agonizing pain, everything was on fire, including me. It was the worst pain you could ever imagine, I could feel my skin melting, and see the flames engulfing my room, there was nothing I could do except wait to die.” He pauses for a moment, his face twisted in pain at the memory.

“I woke up again weeks later in the hospital. Firefighters managed to rescue me. It turned out that my mom and dad had woken up when the fire started and got out, but they were so high they forgot about me. They didn’t even call the fire department. It was a neighbor who did, and who told them I was still inside, so they’d come in to rescue me,” he says bitterly. “I was in hospital for months recovering. When I was released, they put me into care. My foster parents were sadists who got off on bullying kids. I ran away not long after that and traveled south. I was homeless for a long time. A lot of other people on the streets got into drugs but I never did. Eventually, I ended up in Texas and met the Angels of Havoc. They took me in and for the first time, I finally had a real home, a family.”

“Drifter, I’m so sorry,” I say, my heart breaking for him.

“It’s in the past,” he says, “But every time I go near a hospital it all comes flooding back. I tried to keep it together to be there for Brewer, but it all got to be too much.”

“You were there for him. He knows that wherever he is now,” I reply.

He pulls me into an embrace so I’m sitting on his lap with my legs to one side, hugging me tightly.

“Don’t hurt us, Skye,” he says, his voice small.

“I won’t,” I reply but I know that’s a lie, that if they find out Bill is my stepfather they will be.

I want to tell him everything, but I can’t. Not now. So instead, I push down my guilt and shame and do the one thing I know will make us both forget everything. I kiss him.

Chapter 18

Skye

Drifter kisses me back hungrily, as eager as I am to lose himself in sex. He lifts me up, wrapping my legs around his waist as he carries me toward the secret room. Opening it, he strides over to the bed, sitting on the edge with me on his lap. We don’t take our time, hurriedly tearing each other's clothes off as we continue to passionately kiss. Drifter pulls on my hair, tilting my head back and exposing my throat and he kisses it, sucking the skin to leave his mark on me. We don’t bother with foreplay, we’re both so filled with need as he thrusts into me, deep and hard.

I let out a gasp as he fills me, it’s almost painful as I’m not ready yet but I still ache for more and as he thrusts in and out of me, I become wetter and wetter. He bites my nipples and squeezes my breasts as we fuck like animals hard and fast.

“Fuck, Skye, you’re perfect,” he growls as he bounces me on his cock, and I let out a moan.

I claw at his back hungrily, wanting and needing all of him. “Fuck me harder,” I cry demanding more, wanting to feel some physical pain to take away from the pain of today.

He flips me over onto all fours, driving deep inside me as he pulls on my hair and spanks my ass. “Fuck, yes! More!” I moan out the pleasure and pain mingling together tantalizingly.

He continues thrusting and spanking, timing his slaps so they seem to be in sync with his thrusts, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm.

“You’re so fucking tight, beautiful,” he groans as he plunges deep inside my now soaking-wet pussy.

With a well-timed spank and a deep thrust inside me that hits my g-spot, he sends me toppling headfirst over the edge as the orgasm hits me hard and fast. He pulls out of me, flipping me over and going down on me, his tongue exploring me as he tastes me. His tongue expertly flicks across my clit sending waves of pleasure through my body. I pull his hair, holding his head in place as I buck under his tongue another orgasm already rippling through my body.

“Oh my god, Drifter yes!” I cry as my body jerks and twitches as I cum hard for the second time.

He picks me up, delving his cock into my slick vagina as he stands up and moves the swing to hover over the bed. I happily let him secure me in place my wrists bound up above me, the strap of the swing supporting my waist as my legs are secured into the stirrups, spreading my legs wide for him.

I’m completely at his mercy now and the knowledge excites me even more, making me even wetter. He enters me again, using the swing to rock me back and forth on his cock. As we’re fucking, the others enter the room. Clearly, they had the same idea as us and want to fuck the pain away as they all wordlessly come over to join us. With me tied in place, Gunner can join in and he’s the first to pull his thick cock out, placing it near my head for me to suck.

I eagerly take him in my mouth, wanting to give all of them the pleasure and distraction of sex. I don’t know how else to be there for my men, to try to take their pain away. I’m at the right height to take Angel and Buzz’s cocks in each bound hand, allowing them to fuck them. For the first time, I am pleasuring all four of them at once and I feel incredible. Angel and Buzz’s dicks grow harder as they lose themselves in the moment, all of us abandoning our inhibitions and worries to focus purely on our pleasure.

Drifter is still fucking me furiously, with Gunner’s cock still in my mouth I turn my gaze to meet his and that’s all it takes to send him over the edge.

“My god you’re perfect for us,” he says in awe before he cums hard inside me making me cum again too.

I scream out in pleasure and Gunner pulls out of my mouth to allow me a moment as Drifter moves away.

“I’m going to fuck your ass now, while Buzz fucks your pussy and Gunner your mouth,” Angel tells me.

“Yes. Please,” I reply, even though he didn’t ask. I know that if I didn’t want it, he wouldn’t do it. But my god, do I want this.

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