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“Oh God,” I sigh. “Yes.”

“Are you sure?” he asks. “Also, that is yes Sir, Laney.”

“Yes, Sir,” I correct.

Jude releases my arms as Chris moves to settle between my legs. “They are being incredibly gentle with you, and you have requested the exact opposite. I want to give you that, but I want you to be very sure.”

“I’m sure,” I say softly. “Just don’t kill me.”

“Deal,” he smiles as he hooks his arms behind my knees and folds me in half when he plants his hands on the bed beside me.

“Oh no,” I groan when he eases the head of his cock into me. “I forgot how big you are.”

“Christ, you feel like heaven,” he says, pushing deeper.

“Hard,” I choke out. “Please, hard.”

“Anything for you, my love,” he says with a grunt as he draws out. When he slams into me, my body tenses and I arch dramatically off the bed. When he starts to fuck me hard and fast while pushing as deep into my body as he can, I inadvertently start fighting him. A new wave of fear washes over me, but it doesn’t phase him. “That’s it. Fight me,” he groans.

“It’s too much,” I moan. “I’m sor… Fuck!”

“Fight me, Laney. I want you to fight me,” he growls.

“Fuuuuck,” I moan. “Jesus, Chris.”

“I thought it was Christ?” he jokes.

“Stop making jokes when you are balls deep inside of me,” I choke out. He chuckles before leaning into me more and rapidly quickens his pace. The sudden brutality sends me spiraling into an orgasm and I drag him down with me. By the time he pulls out of me and moves to the bed beside me, my entire body is shaking.

“Breathe,” Talon says softly. “Just relax. Chris is going to clean you up, okay?”

“Okay,” I say as my voice trembles. “I don’t know what’s wrong.”

“It’s sub drop, baby,” he says, kissing my forehead. “It’s just a sudden drop and can be triggered from intense moments like orgasms. Long deep breaths and let us take care of you.”

“I can’t stop shaking,” I whisper.

“You will. It just takes time,” Jude says. “We are going to take this moment to cover the tattoo he put on your ass, okay?”

“What is it of? I couldn’t tell,” I says.

“It says, “Sergei’s whore,” Talon says. “We are covering it with a lotus flower.”

“Okay,” I say. They roll me to my belly, and I rest on my head in my arms. I stay where I am while they set everything up and just focus on breathing. Overtime, my muscles stop shaking, and I can fully relax. When Talon starts the tattoo, I can easily disconnect and fall into a meditative state.

I do not know what healing like from this will look like, but I want to. I want to find joy in life. I want to remember what true freedom feels like. For a while I thought that my wicked oath to my men meant nothing, but it is what was going to save me from myself.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Delaney

Two Week Later

The last two weekshave been both hell and heaven on earth. I go through waves of emotions at the drop of a hat. My mood swings are harsh and sudden, but my men are not fazed. I’m starting to think they might be psychic because they can predict my every move with scary accuracy. They know exactly when I’m about to get mad, sad, happy, and even horny. Any of my negative emotions, they match with so much positivity that it’s hard for me to fight against them. Last week, I raged and kept throwing shit as I screamed at them to leave me alone. They simply treated it like a game and started throwing things with me. I was so dumbfounded that I started laughing. Thatquickly digressed into sobbing, but eventually, I did come back to baseline. My baseline is forever changing and I’m steadily feeling happier every day. My nightmares are riddled with Sergei and the atrocious bullshit that he put me through. Being away from him for this long has given me the chance to reflect on everything and see how he manipulated me. I’ve read back through my notebook several times, and the guys have as well. It’s interesting to see the breakdown overtime and it’s making me realize that I never stood a chance against his manipulation. From the time I was born, I was always taught to shut the fuck up and do as I’m told. I was never given a chance to stand on my own two feet until I met Talon. Even then, I was only with him for a short period of time before I was stolen.

I’m lucky to have survived Sergei, because not many victims of trafficking survive. I am also learning that there’s a difference between a victim and a survivor. All survivors are victims, but not every victim gets to be a survivor. Sometimes victims are not lucky enough to escape, whether that be because the manipulation was too intense for them to fight, or they had no one to help pull them out of the water. Either way, I am learning to navigate the world, knowing what evil lurks in the shadows.

We expected some sort of backlash from me killing Sergei, but everything’s been silent. We’ve been trying to find Grim and Sam. Grim is still lost in the wind, but Sam is a fucking idiot. He has a superiority complex and assumes that nothing bad will ever happen to him, but he has never met Talon. He has never met Jude, Chris, Tony, or Adam either. He has no idea what is coming to him and I can’t fucking wait to see it.

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