The Fallen Ones (Holloway University #1)

31. Lily

Chapter 31

Lily

I breathed out into the night air as come soaked my thighs.

They’d found me. The masked trio from Satan’s Hollow– my masked trio.

One of the men I’d been craving fucked me hard, rough, and unforgiving. As he pinned me to the ground I’d noticed the other two watching. It turned me on to see them grinning back and forth to one another. They were clearly enjoying what was happening.

I’d wanted to call out and ask them to join in and fuck me too, but the one buried inside me had his hand over my mouth, and was taking good care of me all by himself. He made it clear he didn’t need the help of his friends tonight.

And he made it even clearer that no matter how hard I’d fought he wasn’t going to give up.

He’d refused to stop.

Even the fear of me reaching for his mask and revealing his identity hadn’t stopped him.

He was bigger and simply overpowered me. Forcing my hands away from his face and taking me over and over.

He’d continued his onslaught and forced me to submit to him as he growled aggressively into my ear and made me to admit I was his– that I belonged to all three of them.

He didn’t stop until euphoria took over and I finally let go and orgasmed all over his thick cock. He’d given me exactly what I wanted– what I’d craved since the night with the three of them at Satan’s Hollow.

I wondered who they were as I looked around to see if I could the masked trio yet, but they’d disappeared into the thick of the woods.

My brain was mush from too much alcohol and trying to make sense of it all was taking its toll on me. What I needed was to get home and clean myself up.

It sounded insane to admit, but I felt flattered they hadn’t forgotten me– that they’d come back for me.

I knew they must’ve been watching me to catch me and take me the way they had near the woods.

The thought excited my drunk brain, but it was more than that. It would have excited my sober brain too. That much I knew.

I’d never felt wanted anything like this before in my entire life.

To know I was… desirable. It made me feel special.

To know these three men had sought me out. To know they’d figured out it was me beneath the red devil costume, although I wasn’t sure if they’d removed my mask that night at Satan’s Hollow– it didn’t matter anymore.

I no longer felt ashamed because they knew who I was and chose to find me and fuck me again.

They wanted me just as much as I wanted them.

At least that’s what I told myself.

The occasional car headlights lit up the long windy road as I huffed my way back toward my apartment. How I’d thought the walk wasn’t long I had no idea. Alcohol definitely messed with my perception of distance.

My feet hurt badly, but my inner thighs hurt even more.

I contemplated texting Caleb and asking him to rescue me, and give me a ride to my apartment, but I knew he’d been drinking, and I knew he was still mad at me for ignoring his advice and going back to dance with Brandon.

I scrapped that idea and continued to walk. I figured I’d reach home eventually.

A wave of emotion rushed over me as I thought about the way I’d just been fucked hard and rough by one of the masked trio while the other two watched.

I’d wanted to see them again, but I never imagined it’d be like this.

It was…unexpected. They’d appeared out of nowhere.

Maybe I was fucked up because I was glad it was them. Not some random stranger…although they were strangers.

What the hell was wrong with me?

I’d enjoyed it. Being forced. The unknown of who they were, or when they’d stop. What they’d do to me. Of course, I wouldn’t want anyone else to do that to me, but the masked trio? Oh yes. I liked when they were rough with me.

My heart pounded as another car’s headlights illuminated my apartment block. Relief flooded through me as I realized I’d soon be able to rest.

In my crazy delusions I’d hoped they’d followed me.

Maybe the car would pull over and they’d bundle me into the backseat and force me all over again, but this time all three of them would fuck me until I screamed for them.

I was sure I was losing my mind as I crossed over the road and made my way inside my apartment building and waited for the elevator to arrive.

In my sex-crazed brain I imagined them waiting in the elevator, ready to take me again.

The alcohol didn’t help with my delusions, and for a moment I’d even questioned if the wild sex in the woods even really happened, or if I’d wanted them so badly that I’d imagined the entire thing.

I wasn’t used to drinking, and if I was ever roofied I’d have no idea since I wouldn’t know the difference between being drunk and being drugged.

The beep from the elevator as it arrived pulled me from my overthinking.

To my disappointment it was empty– there was no masked trio like I’d hoped.

I stumbled inside and hit the button to take me up to the third floor.

When it arrived on my landing, I exited it before I wobbled down the hallway until I reached my apartment.

Once inside my place, I closed the door but didn’t bother to lock it behind me, hoping that maybe they’d come visit me as I slept.

I wasn’t sure what I’d become, but I was starting to enjoy embracing my new found free era.

I looked down at my wrists to see fingerprint shaped bruises where one of the masked trio had pinned me down hard– the hot mountain of a man who’d fucked me raw.

I grinned at how excited I’d been– at how excited I still was.

I plopped down on my bed and kicked off my heels. Bending down to rub my feet, I noticed heavy scratches covering my legs, and dirt embedded into my knees where I’d tried to crawl away through the woods.

It really happened- what a thrill.

My thighs sticky and bruised, further confirmed my wild night of being fucked by the woods.

I hoped he enjoyed fucking me as much as I enjoyed being fucked, and I hoped the other two enjoyed watching the show.

I threw my body back onto my bed and giggled at the butterflies swirling around in my tummy. Just like my sex life took a three-sixty within the past few months, so did the room as I stared up at the ceiling.

I wondered who they were, and I wondered if Liv would figure it out for me.

I needed to know.

As I lay there and relived what had happened, I knew I needed to tell someone. Whether it was for advice or to share my excitement– I wasn’t sure.

I figured Liv was busy with Cameron, and besides it wasn’t her friendship I needed right now. It was Caleb’s.

I grabbed my phone from my pocket and began to type.

I wasn’t sure what to say, or if he’d even respond considering we seemed to be fighting a lot lately.

Lily: Hey, Caleb. It’s me. I’m a little drunk. Can we talk tomorrow?

I didn’t wait for a reply, and instead I tucked my phone underneath my pillow and stared out of my window at the moon as it peaked out from behind the tall ash trees.

I wondered if the masked trio were still out there.

Were they still watching and waiting for me?

The thought made me smile.

I considered showering and cleaning myself up, but as I thought about my masked men, I decided I wanted to sleep with the sins they’d left me covered in.

It was as good as any sweet dream as far as I was concerned.