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The Ruin: He Watched Me Get Used by Two Men — And Still Loved Me After
When my husband watched two strangers take me without mercy, something shattered inside me — something I never knew existed
I didn’t stop.
I couldn’t.
Not with my husband still watching — silent, hard, and helpless — as this man pushed into me like I already belonged to him.
He watched me give in.
But what came before — my hesitation, my ache — was just as filthy.
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With a low, satisfied growl, the bartender pressed a firm hand to my stomach, forcing me back against the cool bar top, leaving me sprawled and exposed. His other hand moved with practiced precision — unfastening his belt and sliding open his fly, revealing a flash of thick, musky heat beneath his slacks.
Even before he was fully revealed, I could already see enough — dark curls, veined…