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“We were the first men to touch you and the first men you bled for. You’re ours,” Mason says.

“No. No, I’m not.” There is so much exasperation in my voice that I can hear it hammer against my nerves. Why won’t they understand? “I don’t belong to anyone. You drugged me and made me humiliate myself. You have already stolen my virginity. I don’t have anything else to give you. Let me go."

“You think that’s how it works? Taking your virginity only made us want to fuck you even more in every filthy way possible. You’ll be bred like an Ursid bride is bred in time. You have everything to give us, Livia.”

My brain can’t compute their words. It’s too far beyond me.

“We already knew you were ours; we just needed time to decide if we’d be keeping you in our bed or imprisoned in one of our cells.”

“And you had to drug me for that?” Hysteria laces my voice, and a panic attack looms over me now because I don’t know what’s happening anymore. I can’t keep track of this conversation. It keeps going over my head.

“You came on our cocks,” Callen says softly. “So we’re keeping you in our bed.”

Arrogant is too small a word to describe these three men.

“Because you drugged me,” I hiss. “You made me eat those candies; that made my breasts leak and my mind so fuzzy that I was acting out of character. And then that chair?

“Watching you make yourself come was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life, pretty girl,” Mason says, stroking his jaw as his eyes glide over me. I hate, absolutely hate, that wherever his gaze lands on me, I burst into flames.

“You made me do that.” My voice breaks as I shout out my words. “I am not like that. That’s not who I am.”

“Is that so?” Callen asks with a lazy lilt in his voice. They’re too close now, and I can’t breathe to save my life. But I keep my shoulders square despite the telltale signs of me quivering in fear.

“Yes. Whatever was in that drug is completely out of my system. I won’t get caught up in some criminal war you have going on that has nothing to do with me or my father. I’m thinking clearly now, and you will never touch me again. Ever.”

I turn around, ready to storm out of the room, my mind already contemplating what means I can use to leave this place of horrors and go home. Without my clothes, my purse, or my phone, I don’t care if I have to walk home barefoot, but I’m leaving, and no one is going to stop me.

I need to let Faith and my girls at FFF know I’m alive, or rather, still breathing, under the mountain of things that have happened to me. Then I’ll need to face my father.

But I don’t get very far.

Chapter Eighteen

Livia

Deacon’s large, strong hand swoops into the hair at my nape. He pulls my head back, and my whole body slams against his rock-solid one. Before I can register what’s happening to me, he’s bent me over the breakfast table.

The leather of his custom-made shoes brushes against the inside of my calf as he forces me to part my legs. I’m defenseless to do otherwise.

Callen reaches for me from the opposite side of the table and takes my hands in his, drawing me forward until I’m forced onto the tips of my bare feet, my breasts crushed against the surface of the tablecloth.

The T-shirt I’m wearing slides up into the curve of my back, and soft, warm air whispers over my naked ass. I’m not wearing underwear because I don’t know what they did with my clothes. Dammit.

No matter how hard I struggle, I can’t so much as move an inch under their hold. My words mean nothing to them, as well.

“Let me go. You have no right to do this to me. I want to go home. Why can’t you understand that?”

My body rattles with aggravated fury but also with fear. Despite my fight to be freed, I can’t ignore the catastrophic sensations going through me. My nipples harden, and it’s clear that even more wetness now clings to my already damp pussy. And I can’t blame the drug anymore.

“You’re such a naughty girl,” Mason says, coming into my vision. He swirls his finger around the rim of a jar that looks like it contains butter but is a bit darker. “With so many infractions to your name.”

I turn my head toward Deacon on the other side of me. He’s removed his jacket and in one terrifying motion, he slides his belt out through the loops of his suit trousers. My thudding heart slips into a hard, frantic gallop, and I renew my efforts to escape.

What more are they going to do to me?

“Taking your wedding ring off your finger like that and then not putting it back on when instructed is a major transgression, Livia.” How can Callen’s voice be so soothing when he’s literally delivering my damnation?

“You may have forged my signature, and you may get away with it, but I’m not married to any of you. I would never be married to men like you—”

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