Page 117 of Hate Me

Something else indeed.

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~Skylar~

They were all over me.

In the sweetest way.

Caspian cradled me against his chest, his semi-hard dick pushing against my lower belly as he supported my body in my utterly boneless state, holding me steady while Caleb ran the soapy washcloth over my skin, cleaning off the dirt and blood.

I moaned and tipped my head back as Bastian continued washing my hair, working the shampoo into a lather as he stood a little off to the side behind me so the warm shower water poured over my back, relaxing me.

I could feel Caspian’s fingers tracing the burn scars over the small of my back, exploring the markings, the raised flesh. But he didn’t say anything. It seemed like he was actually trying to soothe them with his soft touch.

His loving touch.

Just like what all three of them were expressing to me.

I was still shaking from the over-stimulation of them ravaging me so completely earlier.

From monsters to men.

It was a heady transition, one I was struggling to reconcile.

That had been beyond intense.

But I’d reveled in every moment of it.

Of them all over me.

Of the pain and pleasure assaulting me at such intense levels.

At the depravity of it all.

The completely animalistic, fucked-up nature of what had gone down.

I’d never experienced anything else like it in my life.

And through the danger and brutality of it, there’d also been an underlying current of security that had enveloped me. I’d just known, without a shadow of a doubt, that they would never really hurt me, never take it further than I could handle, that they’d been there for me, to help me exorcise all that toxic shit from my system like I’d needed so badly after that confrontation and those sick revelations of Jeremy’s true intentions.

I’d felt sick with it. Pissed too.

But mostly ashamed.

Ashamed that I hadn’t recognized what he’d been doing to me.

Ashamed that I’d been in such a vulnerable state that it had actually been possible for him to take advantage of me, to manipulate me. Me. The tough bitch who didn’t take shit from anyone, who could go toe-to-toe with the fucking Jackals and the likes of Caspian King himself.

God, I’d really lost myself these last two years.

Tonight, with the boys, was the first time I’d actually felt like I’d been fully back in touch with the old me—the real me.

The strength, the power, the confidence, the conviction.

All of it.

“Thank you,” I found myself uttering against Caspian’s chest.

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