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The sheets were warm and smooth against my bare breasts, my cheek pressed flush to the mattress — facing Esmarie. She had taken Restoril again, a sedative for her insomnia. Whenever she managed to sleep, she slept deeply—barely anything could stir her. Which is why I was just inches from her slumbering body, hips raised like a bitch in heat, while Lucian thrust into me with silent, relentless force. Every movement stole my breath. My cunt clenched and fluttered around him, needy and traitorous. Esmarie had a knack for falling for men who were insatiable. One woman was never enough. She was always left in despair, no matter how often I told her to leave them. But she never did.
Lucian was no different. He had touched others before her — before me — and she cried to me then, just like she always did. And like always, I held her. I comforted her. I said what a good friend would say. But this time? I didn’t want her to leave him. I didn’t want to help. I loved Esmarie with all my heart — so much that I let Lucian fuck me into the mattress, over and over again, as if my body could be the sacrificial lamb for her bad decisions.
If she wouldn’t walk away, I could at least keep him busy. Be her damage control. That’s what friends are for, right? Let her reap what she sows, and I’ll take the pleasure as payment. I looked at Esmarie’s peaceful face, and guilt bloomed in my chest. She deserved better. She always had. But she was too blind, too soft, too stupid to see it.
That’s why I’m here. Always.
The guilt didn’t last long. My body locked up, muscles tense, pleasure crashing through me like a white-hot tidal wave — my cunt pulsing around Lucian’s cock as he fucked me harder, chasing his own release. Yes, this was for Esmarie. If she won’t leave him, I’ll take him. Keep him loyal. Keep him drained. Keep him mine.
He’s not going anywhere, not while I’m wet and open — made to fit him, made to swallow every thrust as if his cock was carved just for me.