Guilt and shame settle in my stomach as soon as the cousins drift off to sleep at my sides. Staring blankly at the ceiling, I carefully remove their heavy, tangled arms off me and sit, grimacing. I feel utterly sore between my legs, and sticky. I bring my eyes to Kenji, lying bare on his stomach to my right. My eyes travel from his well-sculpted back down to his tight and round butt. Swallowing, the image of him thrusting in and out of me pops up in my head, and the screams and moans that filled the room echoin my ears again. Shaking my head, my eyes go from him to Rowan at my feet; then to Atlas, Alessandre, and Marcellus. My mind is still unable to process what had just transpired twenty minutes ago. My brain can't carry the enormity of it.
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