Page 185 of Fallen Princess: Shadow Stalker

With both men, she’s taken what she wanted, bringing herself over the edge, using their bodies to satisfy her own needs.

And now she rides the third like she bloody owns his knob.

This isn’t four men fucking one woman.

This is one woman fucking four men.

Maybe Callum’s right, and she’s a desert siren. This enchanting yet dangerous creature, with a voice like a mesmerizing symphony, enticing even the strongest of wills.

The four of us are entranced by her, unable to resist the pull of her call. She wraps her voice around each one of our minds, clouding our judgment and erasing our thoughts of reason. Her allure is so potent that it becomes an intoxicating elixir, rendering us powerless to resist the magnetic force that draws us to her.

Eden Rivers entered our lives from nowhere; she arrived an orphan with a mysterious past but as an otherworldly beauty with an irresistible voice that captivated millions of followers.

But we’re the four men who have willingly given our souls to her as she claims us. She is a legend serving as a cautionary tale about the seductive power of temptation, symbolizing the risks that lie in succumbing to the irresistible calls of the unknown.

As she finally straddles me last, her mouth locks onto mine and she forces her tongue through my lips just as she slides her wet pussy over my hard, needy knob and her inner walls clamp over me, claiming me as her lover.

My fate was sealed the day she opened her mouth on that stage, and I succumbed to her call and hauntingly beautiful face.

Captivated by her like iron to a magnet, I grip her hips with an open heart, pull my mouth away from her, and gaze at her face, captivated by the depths of her enchanting, ethereal green eyes.

She cries out as her body convulses over my cock, and I follow her siren call straight over the edge of the cliff. My hips crash against hers, drawn to prolonging my climax, not able to tear myself away from her.

Eden wraps her arms around me as my thrusts become slower and sloppy. In her arms, I find a love so deep and consuming that

there will never be a shroud of doubt in my mind that I wouldn’t risk everything to be with this woman.

As if satisfied with the magic she’s weaved on us, she collapses into my embrace and rests her head against my shoulder. I can feel her panting slow down.

“Rest beautiful,” I look at my three best friends, who look on at us with raw satisfaction. “We’ll take care of you now.”

The four of us found a love so deep and consuming with Eden that we are willing to risk everything to be with her.

Chapter 47

“Good run?”

The security guard greets me by the pedestrian gate to let me inside.

“Pretty decent,” I reply and jog straight through up to the front door of the house.

It’s still early, and no one was interested in a morning run. I don’t blame them. After yesterday’s adventure, I imagine everyone wants to sleep in. But I’m not one who likes to change their daily habits, especially if I can control them. So it doesn’t matter about the lack of sleep I have, I try and wake up every morning at 6am for a quick jog followed by a cold shower.

I unlock the door and step inside, glancing up the stairway as I remove my trainers. All is quiet, and everyone is probably still zonked out. I smile and head towards the kitchen to prepare a protein shake before heading back upstairs.

Pausing at the entrance, I observe the back of the barefooted, bare-legged beauty facing the window wearing just a t-shirt. And judging by the size of it, it probably belongs to one of the lads. She’s holding a cup of what I imagine is coffee and staring out, lost in thought, as she doesn’t seem to notice or hear me approaching.

“Eden,” I say, strolling up beside her, and I watch her slightly jolt herself back to earth.

She tilts her head up at me and smiles, but it’s a grin that seems more troubled than happy.

“Penny, for your thoughts, darling,” I slide my hand around the small of her back and kiss the top of her head.

“Just lost in thought,” she slides away from me and pulls out a stool by the kitchen island, sitting down on it. Settling her coffee mug on the counter she sighs deeply.

“About?” I join her.

“You were a soldier.”

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