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I balance myself against the table, still needing support for my racing heart and trembling limbs. I’m still so acutely aware that wetness continues to seep from my pussy onto my thighs.

“I hate you.” I don’t scream the words and I don’t say them with vehemence. I state them as a fact and I mean every single sentiment of it.

“There’ll be no mention of divorce ever again. Next time, we won’t be so lenient with just a spanking and some anal punishment,” Deacon says darkly.

“I want to go home,” I say, ignoring the quivers still prevalent in my limbs, not only from my devastating orgasm but also because things are getting real now, and I don’t know how to handle them.

“Which part of being an Ursid bride are you not getting, pretty girl?” Mason asks, grinning.

“Every part of it,” I say, exasperated. “I don’t want to be here. I want to go home, please.” I make a concerted effort not to mention the word divorce. I have to start thinking smartly, not hotheadedly.

In other words, I need to preserve my energy and prevent my mind from becoming clouded by these three men and their ability to make my body do whatever they want it to do.

“You’re an Ursid bride. Your place is here in this house, at our sides, and in our bed only. It’s very simple. You belong to us, and here is where you’ll be, Livia,” Callen says.

“I need to see my father.”

“No,” Deacon says with crippling finality.

How dare they decide whether I can see my father or not? My temper starts to rise, but my attention is soon diverted off them when a tall brunette enters the dining room.

Dressed in an immaculate gray skirt suit, her hair perfectly styled, she enters the room with bold familiarity and doesn’t seem to be afraid of the ridiculously well-groomed men in their bespoke suits without a hair out of place, towering over her and me.

"Oh, dear me. What have you done to this poor girl? And what did you make her wear?”

I’m suddenly self-conscious of what I’m wearing and what state I’m in. Dear god, I must look like such a mess. Wearing one of their T-shirts, I have milk stains on my breasts, my hair a mess, and wetness leaking down my thighs because my body was too weak to resist them, not to mention the red streaks of Deacon’s belt slashed across my backside.

The older woman wraps her arm around me and gives me a side hug.

“Don’t worry, child. Veronica is here, and she knows how to take care of you. Come on, let’s get you upstairs and into a hot bath with some cucumber for those eyes. No more crying. Don’t be intimidated by these three. They’re bullies and they’ll take advantage of you if you let them.”

“Livia, this is Veronica Harvey. She’s your PA and will take care of whatever needs you have.”

She turns me around, and with both her hands around my arms, she looks into my eyes and talks. “There, there. I know it’s all a big adjustment right now, but I’m here; we got this, okay?”

I could do little else but nod; she’s that convincing, and the smile she offers is so comforting I want her to hug me, too.

“Good. Is there anything else you want to say to them before we go upstairs?”

“I do.” I turn and face my persecutors. “I’d like my phone back, please.” I have to call Faith. She probably thinks I’m dead and has the police involved by now.

“This is your new phone.” Deacon hands me the latest model of phone, which I don’t take.

“I want my own phone back. I’d like to call my cousin and my father.”

“Faith’s number is saved in there. So are the girls from your fairytale group, Fairytale Femme Fatales. They know you’re safe, including Faith, whom I spoke to myself,” Callen says.

“As for your father, you’re not allowed to speak to him or see him unless we allow it.” Mason delivers, and I can’t contain the incredulous look on my face.

“He’s been informed of your marriage and knows all he needs to know,” Deacon adds.

“Are you for real?”

“Does it look like I’m not?”

“You can’t decide who I can speak to, when, or how. If I want to speak to my father, I will. If I want to see him, I will.”

“You will speak to him when and if we say so.”

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