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This type of memory won’t do me any good. I should try to catch some sleep. I absolutely should.

Problem is my beating heart and wild imagination won’t let me rest.

Pinching my eyes shut, I think long and hard about something boring. My algebra homework.

That does the job.

A smile creeps on my lips and I fall asleep, knowing I’ve been a good girl.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

“Fuck, she’s so fucking wet.” The grunt is unmistakable—Falk.

I recognize the dick that’s inside my pussy, too. Each of the men feels different, and the person inside me is Falk.

My eyes are still closed, sleep weighing heavy on my eyelids, yet I’m absolutely, without a doubt, sure it’s my bottle-green-eyed, fierce man.

“Princess,”—grunt, shove—“I can tell you’re up.“ He breathes on my neck, his teeth graze my skin.

He entered me in my sleep. While I was out. Threw away my covers. Removed my panties and sunk himself deep inside me. Repeatedly.

He’s filling me up, slamming into me.

I should be disgusted, enraged. Humiliated by how he used me while I slept.

But I’m not any of those things.

I’m fine with it. As sick as it sounds, I even love how he couldn’t help himself.

Ever since the tingling sensation earlier this evening, I’ve craved them. Whether I was awake or asleep didn’t make a difference to me.

I ached for their violence. Longed for their dominating touch. To know they’re alive and well.

Most of all, though, I craved the feel of their possessiveness of me.

As long as they’re with me, my heart and mind will never tell them no. Never to them.

These three handsome and feral men are my life. I’ve missed them while they were gone. My mind, body, and soul have been with them in the car, the office, wherever they went.

I belong to each of them. And my obsession with them is as strong as theirs is for me.

The realization stirs me.

And I open my eyes.

Falk is indeed on top of me. Finn violates my mouth using his fingers. When I flick my gaze to the side, I watch Mason on the bed. His cock is in his hand, his stare fixated on where Falk and I connect.

Where we keep connecting. Over and over and over again.

A strangled moan rips out of me. Falk jerks his head up from my pussy, his gaze wicked.

“How’d you like waking up with my cock fucking you hard, baby?” he grunts out, absolutely feral and scary as fuck.

He ruts into me as if I’m his enemy and lover all at once, owning me one brutal thrust at a time.

I want to answer him. But I can’t.

I can’t because Finn’s two large fingers keep fucking my mouth. He doesn’t stop to let me speak, relentlessly dragging them up and down my tongue. Scratching my throat, making me gag.

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