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It was sex. A chance for her to heal. For us to get our fix. Then it was done. I’d let her go.

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Violet

“Let’s see how you do.” My pulse jumped at Reid’s words. My body hummed with anticipation. My heart raced as I nodded.

A shiver ran through me as Maverick backed away, bringing me to the middle of the room. Then he was gone, moving to stand by his brothers. Three sets of eyes focused on me.

Maybe this was a terrible idea. But when they watched me. Touched me. I didn’t feel broken or afraid. Ashamed. All I felt was excitement. Lust. I’d do anything to keep my mind blank. They were a drug to numb the pain.

Their gazes were like a physical caress as I examined the space. It was a typical office. A desk with a chair, laptop, pens, paper; the usual odds and ends. Behind it was a window showing the massive front lawn and driveway. The curtains were thick, blocking out all light. To my right was a black leather couch. To the left was a bookshelf. The walls were dark wood with an intricate trim design, like the door.

It was like being in the principal’s office, waiting to be punished. My body tingled, and a slickness coated my thighs. My breathing increased as they made me wait. The tension became almost unbearable.

“Pick a safe word.” Reid’s rich voice made my nipples tighten.

“I don’t need—.” My words died as Maverick closed the distance between us.

He brought a finger to my chin, lifting until I was looking into his eyes. The desire in them had my thighs clenching. “Yes, you do, belladonna.”

My heart slammed into my chest as he smirked. There was something sinister in his expression, but I didn’t have the urge to flee from it. When he stepped back again, I was left craving more.

A simple touch and they were making me crazy. It was exactly what I wanted. A chance to feel instead of think.

My mind was completely blank. I said the first word that came to me. “Red.”

The color of a stop sign. Of passion. Blood.

“Good girl.” Connor smiled, forcing me to press my legs together to relieve the ache he formed.

Standing in front of three powerful men with lust in their eyes, I waited for the fear to come. The anxiety. Waited for my skin to crawl. My stomach to tumble.

It never did.

I felt utterly safe with them. Secure. They decided this. They’d taken action, and I was just along for the ride. I wanted that. Them.

“Take off your panties.” I jumped to Reid’s command, falling into my role.

My hands slipped under my dress. I tugged down the fabric. The desire I saw reflected in them fueled my confidence. I held the scrap of lace between us, dangling from my finger.

“Bring them to me.” Connor’s demand sent a shock through my body. I wasn’t sure why I’d only expected Reid to be in control. But it was clear they all were. And I liked it.

My steps didn’t show any of the nerves that bounced in my stomach as I moved forward, dropping them into his open palm. My pussy flooded as he brought them to his nose. “Goddamn you smell so fucking sweet.”

He closed his eyes like he was savoring my scent. It was the dirtiest thing I’d ever witnessed, but I didn’t feel shame or disgust. Only a rush as my blood roared to life.

Maverick leaned over, sniffing the fabric as well. Their obvious appreciation fed my passion for them. Made me believe, if only for this moment, that I could still be desired.

“You’re wet for us, aren’t you, pretty girl?” I glanced up at Reid through my lashes. His piercing blue eyes had darkened with lust.

“Yes.” My voice betrayed my worries. It was nothing more than a breathy whisper.

“Do you need to come?” Maverick’s smirk lit me on fire. It made the tension in my body worse until I couldn’t stand it anymore. Until I’d do anything to have their hands on me.

Even beg. “Please.”

“Not yet.” Reid reached out, grabbing Maverick’s shoulder to keep him in place. His feral desire for me was like a drug I was already addicted to. “Take off your dress.”

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