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Chapter 137 - The Aftermath

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Next chapter: Pure emotional carnage. Liam has a full meltdown, zero plot armor, maximum self-hatred, and enough internal screaming to power a small city.

(LIAM'S POV)

Those filthy words pushed me over the edge. With a broken cry, I came hard—ropes and ropes of cum spilling down Dylan's throat. He swallowed every drop like it was nectar, eyes locked upward on me the whole time.

When I was finally spent, trembling and empty, Dylan pulled off slowly. Cum glistened on his lips and dripped from the corner of his mouth down his chin. The sight was obscene. Erotic. Unforgettable.

Before I could process it, Roland pulled Dylan up into his arms and kissed him deeply. He licked the remnants of my release from Dylan's lips and chin with slow, possessive strokes of his tongue.

I couldn't believe my eyes. 'They're sharing me. Even my cum. What the actual fuck?'

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