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Summer

EPILOGUE 2

It’s happening. This. Is. Happening.

When I’d first heard the comments and all of the innuendos, when Sasha had come in to my coffee shop and gushed about how all of them had made her feel, I’d wanted it. Wanted all of them. Together.

When Snake walked into Rock’s office that day, I wanted it.

When Rock promised me that he’d take me in the front and Snake in the back, I REALLY wanted it.

Over the past six months we all got very close. When I think of how they all came for me, brought me into their family, I’m overwhelmed with emotion. I haven’t asked them about their affiliation with the company that was hired to retrieve me, that doesn’t matter to me. They’re what matters. They’re my family, all of them. The guys make feel cared for, protected, wanted, appreciated.

I want to give them this.

Or maybe, I want them to give it to me.

It’s time. I wasn’t sure if it was ever going to happen, not because they weren’t interested, they were, I’d felt it from each of them individually. And although I’d been used for years as a sex toy by Steven’s father, the guys made me feel they want me, not just a wet hole to stick their dicks in, but me, for me. But the kidnapping had kind of messed me up.

When I met Rock, I finally realized the rapes didn’t make me averse to sex and my sexuality. It made me understand that great sex needs intimacy. That realization made me want it, want this so much more. To experience, to use, to be used, to take and to give, to explore. That first night with Rock had confirmed it. The whore, his whore, the slut I’d wanted to be had been born, been brought to life by that man, and he adored her, he worshipped her, he’d made lust our religion, and he brought my soul to life with it.

It was beautiful.

He makes me feel beautiful.

And loved. So much.

That love, his love, healed me.

I love him so much it hurts. I never, ever, thought I’d find that kind of love, I thought the best I could hope for was a life that I could tolerate once I was married, I’d hoped for years that at least I wouldn’t hate it. Because for so long I hated myself, I was ashamed of me and everything that I’d endured.

The price of that kidnapping was not too high, even the years with his father wasn’t, not if the pay-out was Rock.

He makes me feel cherished.

They all do.

Especially Snake.

We’ve developed a special friendship. I’m everything to Rock, completely, just like he is for me, but Snake also makes me feel special. Maybe it’s because of what the three of us shared in Rock’s office. When he walked in, not for one second did I feel ashamed or embarrassed. It was always comfortable and natural with him. When he entered, it felt like he should be there. It could be because he and Rock have shared women before, they all have so many times. But with Snake, it’s different somehow. There’s something special between Rock and Snake.

Just like it is now.

I know Rock wants this, just like I do.

I need this because this is what I want, I choose to let this happen, not because I’m being forced to, not because it’s my duty. I want to use these men. I want them to use me because I say they can.

That gives me power.

I want to suck their dicks, I want them to finger me, suck me, fuck me. I want it all.

And that’s what going to happen right now.

Rock’s lifting me from the table, (I love that table), and carrying me into the living room.

“More, princess?” he whispers gruffly in my ear, his lips brushing the skin.

Bull, Gringo and Snake are waiting for us, naked and gorgeous. They’re all different, but all of them are exquisite in their own way. Bull, so big and powerful, Gringo, with all that simmering dark passion, and Snake, sleek, strong, and charmingly wicked.

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