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Victoria laughed, the sound brittle in the charged air. "I was an escort for five years. I've seen the darkest parts of people. Try me."
Namjoon and Jungkook exchanged a look that made Victoria's stomach clench. The younger man's jaw tightened, but he gave an almost imperceptible nod.
"Jackson and I..." Namjoon started, then stopped. His fingers flexed against her hip. "We used to run parties. Not the kind you'd read about in Billboard."
"What kind?" Victoria pressed, shifting closer. The leather seat creaked beneath her.
"The kind where nothing was off-limits." His voice dropped even lower, rumbling through her like distant thunder. "Drugs. Sex. Whatever people wanted. We'd rent out penthouses, warehouses. The members would come sometimes. Especially Jungkook."
Jungkook's breath was hot against her ear now. "We'd get so fucked up. Take whatever was offered. And then..."
"And then?" Victoria prompted, her heart hammering against her ribs.
"We'd fuck. Everyone. Anyone." Namjoon's eyes were fixed on hers, searching for disgust. "Sometimes ten, fifteen people in one night. Men, women. It didn't matter."
Victoria felt a treacherous heat building low in her belly. "Go on."
"There was this one night," Namjoon continued, his voice dropping to a hypnotic cadence that made her thighs clench. "We had this penthouse in Gangnam. Jackson brought some girls. Models. We were all high on something—I don't even remember what. Jungkook and I... we took three of them together."
Jungkook's hand slid up her thigh, squeezing. "We'd make them beg," he whispered. "Make them cry. Not because they were hurt, but because it felt so fucking good they couldn't handle it."
Victoria's breath hitched. "What else?"
Namjoon's pupils dilated, black swallowing brown. "We'd film it sometimes. Not for anyone else—just for us. To watch later. To get off to."
"There was this one party in Tokyo," Jungkook continued, his voice thick. "We had this suite. Twenty people. Everyone was naked, high as fuck. Namjoon and I were in the middle of it all, and these two girls were—"
"They were nothing," Namjoon cut in, his gaze intensifying. "Nothing compared to you. But we were different then. Reckless. Insatiable."
Victoria licked her lips, finding them suddenly dry. "And now?"
"Now we're worse," Namjoon admitted, his voice a dangerous rasp. "Because we know exactly what we want. And it's you."
Victoria felt her pulse throb between her legs. "You think this scares me? You think I'm some innocent you're corrupting?"
She laughed, the sound dark and knowing. She leaned in until her lips brushed Namjoon's ear. "I was giving blowjobs behind the church when I was sixteen. I was stealing pills from the orphanage med cabinet and selling them to pay for weed. I fucked my way through college, and not just for the money."
She pulled back, meeting his startled gaze. "I became an escort because I fucking love sex. I love the power of it. I love making men beg. I love being used and using others. So don't you dare think you're too much for me."
Jungkook's hand had slid higher, fingers tracing the edge of her underwear. "Jesus Christ," he breathed.
"There was this client," Victoria continued, her voice dropping to a whisper. "CEO of some tech company. He'd pay me to drug his wife—just enough to make her fuzzy—and then we'd both fuck her while she was half-conscious. She never remembered in the morning."
Namjoon's breath caught. His hand moved from her hip to her throat, not squeezing, just resting there. A claim. A question.
"I've been in orgies that would make your Tokyo party look like a church social," she said, holding his gaze. "I've been tied up, beaten, worshipped, and degraded. And I've loved every second of it."
The air in the limo felt thick enough to slice. Victoria could feel Jungkook's erection pressing against her back, Namjoon's pulse racing beneath her fingertips where she gripped his wrist.
"So," she said, her voice steady despite the heat coursing through her, "is there anything else you want to tell me before we get to Joshua Tree? Because I'm not running, Namjoon. Not from you. Not from this."
Namjoon's eyes darkened further, and when he spoke, his voice was barely audible. "Jackson wasn't just talking about the parties."
Victoria felt something cold slide down her spine. "What then?"
Namjoon's fingers tightened slightly at her throat. "There was a girl. At one of the parties. She took something—I don't know what. Started seizing. We couldn't call an ambulance without exposing everything."
The air left Victoria's lungs in a rush. "What happened to her?"
Namjoon's grip on her throat tightened—not enough to choke, just enough to make her pulse throb against his fingers like a trapped, frantic thing. His presence filled the limo like a storm cloud, electric and suffocating. Victoria could taste the confession before it even left him—bitter, metallic, the kind of truth that stains.
"She died," he said, voice scraped raw. "Overdosed. Right there on the fucking floor while we were all too high to help her."
Victoria's breath caught, her body betraying her with a rush of heat that pooled between her thighs. Namjoon's eyes tracked the way her chest heaved, the way her nipples hardened against the thin fabric of her dress.
"And then?" she whispered, unable to stop herself.
Jungkook's fingers slid up her thigh, his breath hot against her neck. "We watched her die. All of us. Too fucked up to move. Too scared to call for help."
The partition remained firmly up as Victoria reached for the bottle of whiskey in the minibar, her hands trembling. She unscrewed the cap, took a long swallow that burned down her throat, matching the burn building inside her.
"Take off your clothes," Namjoon ordered, his voice dropping to that register that seemed to vibrate directly through her bones. "All of them."
Victoria complied, shimmying out of her dress, her underwear, until she sat naked between them in the moving vehicle. Streetlights flashed across her pale skin in rhythmic intervals, illuminating the ivy thorns that curled across her collarbone and disappeared between her breasts.
"Jackson—he had connections," Namjoon continued, his fingers trailing down her naked spine, making her shiver. "Cleaners. They took her body. Made it disappear."
Jungkook was stripping now too, his muscled body emerging from his clothes like something being unveiled. His cock stood rigid against his stomach, the tip already glistening.
"You just... covered it up?" Victoria asked, her voice hoarse as she watched Namjoon unbutton his shirt, revealing the lean muscle beneath.
Namjoon's thumb stroked the hammering vein in her throat. "We were high. Scared. And Jackson—he made sure we knew we were all fucking complicit." His other hand slid down, palming her breast, his touch rough, claiming. "He filmed it. The whole thing. Her convulsing. Us standing there like useless fucking animals. The moment they zipped her into the bag."
Victoria moaned, her thighs spreading involuntarily. She brought the whiskey bottle between her legs, pressing the cool glass against her clit. The contrast of temperatures made her gasp.
"Show us how wet you are," Jungkook growled, fully naked now, his hand wrapped around his cock. "Show us how much our darkness turns you on."
She leaned back against the leather seat, spreading her thighs wider, sliding the neck of the bottle through her slick folds. "What else?" she demanded, voice ragged. "Tell me more."
Namjoon's pants joined the pile of discarded clothing. His cock was thicker than Jungkook's, veined and intimidating. He stroked it slowly as he spoke.
"We've done worse," he admitted, his gaze locked on the bottle as Victoria teased her entrance with it. "There was this party in Macau. Private villa. Some Chinese billionaire who wanted to watch us fuck each other."
"Did you?" Victoria gasped, pressing the bottle inside herself, just the neck, the cold glass stretching her. Her other hand worked her clit in tight circles.
Jungkook laughed, the sound dark and filthy. "Fuck yeah, we did. Namjoon bent me over right in front of him. Made me scream so loud the security came running."
"Jesus," Victoria moaned, fucking herself deeper with the bottle, her juices coating the glass. The depravity of it—masturbating with a whiskey bottle while these two beautiful monsters confessed their sins—made her cunt clench harder.
"That time on Catalina Island? That wasn't just a one-day thing, Victoria. This has been happening for years," Namjoon admitted, his hand moving faster on his cock. "Jungkook and I... Yoongi, Jin... we have all been together. We’ve fucked each other in the back of vans and in dressing rooms while the fans were screaming for us just on the other side of the door."
Victoria whimpered, imagining it—these beautiful men tangled together, using each other like they used her. "More," she begged. "Tell me more."
He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "We were doing this in the shadows of the biggest stages in the world. We were seconds away from being caught, over and over again. It’s the only way we survived the pressure—by fucking each other."
Jungkook shifted closer, his lips grazing the shell of her ear. "There was this time in Tokyo. We drugged this producer—just enough to make him compliant. He'd been talking shit about our music, so we filmed ourselves fucking his wife while he watched, too high to stop us. She loved it. Begged for more."
Victoria's hips bucked against the bottle, her movements frantic now. "That's so fucked up," she gasped, even as her body responded, her cunt getting wetter, slicker.
"You want fucked up?" Namjoon growled, moving to kneel between her spread legs, watching as she worked the bottle in and out. "I once let Sejin tie me up and whip me until I bled. Then he fucked me raw while Jungkook filmed it. We still watch that video sometimes when we fuck."
Victoria's back arched, her body tightening around the intrusion. "I once let a client piss on me for ten thousand dollars," she confessed, her voice breaking. "I got so wet I made him fuck me after."
Jungkook groaned, his hand a blur on his cock. "I fucked my vocal coach in the studio bathroom. Right before a performance. Still had his cum inside me when I went on stage."
"I've been to sex clubs where I didn't know who was touching me," Namjoon added, his voice strained as he watched Victoria fuck herself with the bottle. "Just hands, mouths, cocks. Anonymous. I came so many times I passed out."
Victoria's movements grew erratic, the bottle making obscene wet sounds as it slid in and out of her. "I once let three men fuck me at once while their wives watched," she gasped. "They paid me to humiliate them, tell them how much better their husbands' cocks felt better inside me than they ever did inside them."
Jungkook's free hand reached for her breast, pinching her nipple hard. "I fucked a fan once. In the bathroom at a meet and greet. Bent her over the sink and made her look at herself in the mirror while I ruined her."
"Oh god," Victoria moaned, her hips bucking wildly. "I'm going to—"
"Do it," Namjoon commanded, his voice like gravel. "Fucking squirt all over that bottle."
Victoria's body obeyed, her back arching off the seat as pleasure crashed through her. She pulled the bottle out just as her cunt contracted violently, a gush of clear fluid spraying across the leather seats, across Namjoon's chest and cock.
"Fuck!" Jungkook groaned, his own orgasm triggered by the sight. He scrambled to kneel on the seat beside her, leaning over her torso. His cum shot in thick ropes across Victoria's stomach, her breasts, some landing on her parted lips.
Namjoon growled, animalistic, as he positioned himself over her. "Open your mouth," he ordered. When she complied, he aimed his cock at her face and came with a shuddering groan, painting her tongue, her cheeks, her forehead with hot, thick spurts.
Victoria lay there, covered in their release, the bottle still clutched in her trembling hand, her chest heaving. The limo hit a bump in the road, jostling them together, skin sliding against skin, cum smearing between their bodies.
"There's more," Namjoon whispered, his voice somehow even deeper in the aftermath. "So much more I haven't told you."
Jungkook's fingers trailed through the mess on her stomach, gathering their combined fluids before pressing them to her lips. "We're just getting started, princess."
Victoria sucked his fingers clean, tasting whiskey, cum, and her own arousal mingled together. Her cunt clenched again, already hungry for more. "Tell me everything," she whispered. "Every sick, twisted thing. I want it all."
Namjoon's smile was predatory as he leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. "Remember that girl who died?" he murmured. "The one at the party?"
Victoria's breath caught. "Yes?"
His tongue traced the shell of her ear, making her shiver. "She wasn't the only one."
A cold spike of something—fear, arousal, she couldn't distinguish anymore—shot through Victoria's spine. Namjoon's voice vibrated against her skin, seeping into her bloodstream like a drug. His weight pressed her into the leather seat, the cum cooling on her skin making her hyperaware of every place their bodies touched.
"What do you mean?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the hum of the limo's engine.
Jungkook's hand slid up her thigh, leaving sticky trails of their combined release. "There was this party in Hong Kong," he said, his eyes obsidian in the dim light. "Some tech billionaire's penthouse. Private. Invitation only."
"We were there for a week," Namjoon continued, his thumb tracing her bottom lip, smearing his own cum across it. "Seven days of... everything. No limits. No cameras. No phones."
Victoria's tongue darted out, tasting him—salt, bitterness, power. "And?"
"This girl," Jungkook said, his voice dropping lower, "Russian model. She'd been there for days already when we arrived. Track marks up her arms. Eyes like glass."
Namjoon's hand slid between her thighs, fingers dipping into her still-slick cunt. "She was the house toy. Anyone could use her. And they did. All of us."
Victoria moaned, her hips bucking against his hand involuntarily. "Including you?"
"Including us," Jungkook confirmed, his cock already hardening against her hip again. "We took turns with her. Sometimes together."
"She was already half-dead," Namjoon whispered, his fingers curling inside her, making her gasp. "Too much heroin. Too many days without sleeping. But fuck, she was still so tight."
Victoria should have been disgusted. Should have pushed them away. Instead, her cunt clenched around Namjoon's fingers, her body betraying her with another rush of wetness.
"What happened to her?" she asked, her voice thick with arousal.
Jungkook's teeth grazed her shoulder. "She stopped breathing. While Namjoon was inside her."
Namjoon's eyes were fixed on hers, watching her reaction. "I felt it. The moment she went. Her pussy squeezed around my cock one last time, and then... nothing."
Victoria's breath came in short, sharp pants. "And you just—"
"Finished," Namjoon admitted, his voice a dark rumble that vibrated through her bones. "I came inside her corpse."
"Jesus Christ," Victoria gasped, her hips jerking against his hand.
"The host had her taken away," Jungkook continued, his hand sliding up to squeeze her breast roughly. "Like garbage. And we stayed. For three more days."
Namjoon withdrew his fingers from her cunt, bringing them to his mouth to lick them clean. "Knowing what we'd done. Knowing we should have felt something—guilt, remorse, fucking anything."
"But we didn't," Jungkook finished, his eyes locked on hers. "We just kept partying. Kept fucking. Like nothing happened."
Victoria's heart hammered against her ribs. The limo felt too small, too hot. Her clit throbbed painfully, her entire body humming with need.
"Wait," Namjoon said suddenly, sitting up. He reached into his discarded jacket, pulling out a small black velvet pouch. "Need to get out of my fucking head for this."
He emptied the contents onto the small table built into the limo's side: a baggie of fine white powder, a platinum credit card, and a thin glass vial filled with clear liquid.
"Jackson's parting gift," he explained, using the card to chop the cocaine into neat lines. "Said we'd need it for the drive."
Jungkook reached for the vial, uncapping it. "G?" he asked, holding it up to the light.
Namjoon nodded, already bending down to snort a line through a rolled hundred-dollar bill. He threw his head back, jaw clenched, nostrils flaring. When he looked at Victoria again, his pupils had expanded, swallowing the brown of his irises.
"Your turn, princess," he said, voice rougher now, holding out the rolled bill.
Victoria took it without hesitation. She bent down, inhaling sharply, feeling the familiar burn in her sinuses, the bitter drip at the back of her throat. Heat bloomed across her face, her heart rate instantly accelerating.
Jungkook measured out a capful of the GHB, swallowing it before pouring another. "Open," he commanded, holding it to Victoria's lips.
She parted them, letting him tip the liquid onto her tongue. She swallowed, knowing it would hit her hard in about fifteen minutes, especially mixed with the cocaine and the alcohol already in her system.
Namjoon did another line, then leaned back, his cock already fully hard again. "Come here," he ordered, his voice vibrating through the air like a physical force.
Victoria moved to straddle him, but he stopped her with a hand on her hip. "No. Turn around. I want your ass."
Her breath hitched. "I need—"
"You don't need anything," Jungkook cut in, already positioning himself in front of her. "Just take it."
The drugs were hitting her system, making everything sharper, more intense. Namjoon's hands on her hips felt like brands, Jungkook's breath on her face like fire. She positioned herself over Namjoon's cock, feeling the blunt head press against her asshole.
"Push back," Namjoon growled, his fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to bruise.
Victoria obeyed, sinking down slowly, the burn of the stretch making her gasp. Namjoon was huge, thicker than she was used to taking this way, but the pain only heightened her arousal. The cocaine made every nerve ending sing, every sensation magnified tenfold.
"Fuck," Namjoon hissed as he bottomed out, buried to the hilt in her ass. "So fucking tight."
Jungkook positioned himself between her spread legs, his cock aligned with her dripping cunt. "You feel that, Victoria? You feel how hard you make us? This is what you do to us,” he growled, his voice dark with promise.
Before she could answer, he thrust forward, entering her in one brutal thrust. The sensation of both men inside her, separated only by the thin wall of tissue between her channels, made Victoria cry out—a raw, animal sound.
"That's it," Jungkook groaned, setting a punishing pace. "Take it. Take all of it."
Namjoon began moving beneath her, his thrusts counterpoint to Jungkook's, ensuring she was never empty. The stretch was overwhelming.. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure-pain through her body.
"You like being filled by monsters?" Namjoon growled in her ear, his hand coming around to wrap around her throat. "You like knowing what we've done? What we're capable of?"
"Yes," Victoria gasped, the word torn from her throat. "God, yes."
The G was hitting her system now, softening the edges of reality, making her body feel like liquid gold. The cocaine kept her heart racing, her senses heightened to an almost painful degree. Every thrust, every squeeze of Namjoon's hand on her throat, every slap of Jungkook's hips against hers felt like it might shatter her.
"Gonna fill you up," Jungkook grunted, his pace becoming erratic. "Make you our new fucking ghost."
The words, filthy and dark, pushed Victoria closer to the edge. Namjoon's grip on her throat tightened, cutting off her air just enough to make stars dance at the edges of her vision.
"Our dirty little secret keeper," Namjoon rasped, his cock pulsing inside her ass.
"Our fucking cumslut," Jungkook added, his hand coming down to slap her breast, hard enough to leave a red handprint.
The pain bloomed across her skin, mingling with the pleasure until they were indistinguishable. Victoria's body convulsed, her orgasm ripping through her with such force that she screamed, the sound bouncing off the limo's windows.
"That's it," Namjoon hissed, his hips jerking up hard. "Milk my fucking cock with that tight ass."
Jungkook came with a roar, his cum flooding her cunt in hot pulses. Namjoon followed seconds later, filling her ass, marking her from the inside out.
They collapsed together in a tangle of sweaty limbs, the limo's air thick with the scent of sex, drugs, and depravity. Victoria's mind floated on a chemical cloud, her body used and satisfied in equal measure.
Namjoon's hand came up to stroke her hair, surprisingly gentle. "There's more," he whispered, his voice somehow even deeper in the aftermath. "So much more I haven't told you."
Jungkook's laugh was low and dangerous. "We're just getting started, princess. The things we've done... the things we're going to do to you..."