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Did that mean I hadn’t sucked like I’d meant it before? The man was challenging me.

Hudson thrust the remainder of his cock inside my tight ass, throwing his head back and bellowing like a savage as soon as he did. I was thrown by how good it felt to have all my holes filled, the sinful moment something fantasies in romance novels were made of.

I was tingling all over, struggling to keep my wits about me. I could easily get used to being fucked this way every day. The filthy thought fueled the fire and I sucked even harder.

Foxx kept his hold on my hair, driving his cock deep inside my mouth until the tip hit the back of my throat.

With all three fully seated inside, I was pushed into pure nirvana, the kind that could make a girl go mad. I still didn’t care. I’d wanted to lose myself, to feel as if I was loved and wanted. And boy, had I gotten it in spades.

All three men developed a perfect orchestration, even more so than they had before. I felt so full, so adored that goosebumps covered every inch of my skin. Did they have any idea what they were doing to me? Lightheaded as could be, I couldn’t concentrate on anything, nor did I want to. I was simply enjoying the moment, accepting my full surrender to them.

Why was it I had a feeling they would take full advantage of it?

A moan wrapped around Foxx’s thick cock, somehow managing to filter around the thick shaft into the air. The small room was suddenly explosively hot, which left me breathless, unable to grab enough air for my lungs.

I reached behind me, pressing my fingers into Hudson’s hip as Jack whispered filthy nothings into my ear.

“I’m going to keep fucking you until you pass out. Then I’ll feast on your sensitive pussy until you beg me to stop. But I won’t. Not until you scream out my name.”

I closed my eyes, the shards of current coursing through me unlike anything I’d ever felt. There was nothing in the world that could feel better than this. I sensed a smile crossing my face as Hudson buried his face in my neck and Foxx pumped harder and faster into my mouth.

All three men were doing their best to keep control, waiting until my body could take no more. But I wanted this to last, and I shoved aside the need to climax for just a little while.

They were brutal in their actions, pushing me harder and harder until a few seconds later, I could take it no longer. An explosive orgasm jolted my entire system, my mind a total blank as sparks of light in vibrant colors flashed in front of my field of vision.

This wasn’t just a wicked and very powerful moment shared. This was the beginning of something even more special.

As a single orgasm drifted into a blasting jolt of more, rendering me incapable of knowing when one ended and another began, I was jarred into the realization that this couldn’t last forever. How could it? They didn’t belong here.

But they did belong with me.

Or so I believed.

There was nothing like being fucked this way, utterly and completely filled and as I started to come down from the rafters, I sensed all three men were ready to release. And I did what any good little girl would do.

I squeezed all my muscles, clamping around their cocks until the three of them cried out in near agony seconds before erupting deep inside at the same time.

That was the moment it seemed the four of us had become one. No longer the three musketeers but four.

I could only pray that nothing would tear us apart, another tragedy waiting in the darkness.

CHAPTER 24

Jack

Sleep hadn’t come easily for me over the years. That had started when I’d been sent to prison. You learned not to turn your back in the shower and to sleep with one eye open at all times. That had prevented me from the wrath of more than one gang located inside the hell hole I’d been shoved in.

The fact the prosecutor had specifically requested one of the toughest prisons, the facility where the majority of either high profile murderers or rapists had been sent wasn’t lost on me or my attorney. Sadly, the man my parents had hired had been incapable of fighting the politics played by those involved.

Even after the rousing round of sex that had left me tingling, I was still antsy. The rain was still falling, lightning flashing bright blue neon effects in the sky. I headed toward the galley, hoping I’d find a bottle of alcohol of some kind to calm my nerves.

I’d sensed Hudson hadn’t been completely forthcoming in what he’d told us, although the story in itself had been a whopper. However, serving my time amongst heinous monsters like mafia leaders had allowed me a better insight into their worlds. Years ago, they’d started branching out from the typical businesses, such as refuge, illegal drugs, and back room gambling to more lucrative operations, such as casinos and other legitimate corporations.

While they were still fucking blackmailers and murderers, the more sophisticated syndicates, the ones where the old guys had been replaced with their sons or grandsons even used modern technology to their benefit. They hired ex-military men for security and hackers to keep on top of their enemies’ financial statuses.

Yet the lure of big money was the reason Foxx’s uncle had headed fully into the dark side. I’d heard about Rex Banning’s brutal tactics while behind bars, the man enjoying killing as if he’d always been meant to become an assassin. So hearing the Irish mob was involved didn’t make me lose any sleep.

The thought of losing Rylee did.

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