Page 171 of Owned

Their response was a tangle of growls and my head fell back as Valen’s mouth pressed against the side of my throat.

Bastian tugged at the knot of my robe and the silken fabric fell to the floor to be trampled under their boots.

Titus pressed his body against mine, his breath hot as he whispered. “We’re going to make you remember every fucking second.” The sting of his words shot through me.

I was already remembering everything.

I was remembering how much I wanted them.

How much they’d hurt me.

Their cruelty and their kindness.

How they’d saved me from Lucian and how they’d delivered me back to him.

How they’d promised to protect me… and how they’d failed.

Bastian’s mouth was on mine, fierce and demanding. “You belong to us,” he said against my lips.

I opened my mouth to reply, but my voice died in my throat as Valen’s hands slid over my skin.

Their touch was a reminder of what was at stake. Of what I stood to lose.

And of what I would take back, one way or another.

My fingers raked over Bastian’s shoulders and he bit back a groan as I pulled him against me.

Valen’s hands were on my ass, on my thighs, pulling me tight against him.

Titus dragged his nails down my sides, and I cried out as heat and want flooded through me.

Bastian’s mouth was hot and insistent as his tongue traced the curves of my collarbone.

I was lost in them.

Lost in their hands and their mouths and their bodies and—

“Yes,”the grimoire sighed.“Lose yourself.”

I melted against them as they moved me to the bed.

I fell back onto the sheets, and they were on me—around me—

Bastian’s fingers twisted in my hair, and he pulled my head back, arching my throat for his lips. Titus’s mouth was on my breasts and Valen’s hands were on my hips, lifting me against their bodies.

I was expecting rough hands and hard cocks—the usual delicious violence that I craved from my stepbrothers.

But the hunger in their hands was tempered, almost gentle.

“Tell us what you want,” Bastian hissed in my ear. “Tell us what you want to remember on your wedding night.”

Valen’s hands slid down to my thighs, and I bit back a gasp as his lips pressed against my heated skin.

Titus lifted his head from my breasts, his eyes dark. “Tell us, Avril. Or we’ll just have to guess.”

They were so fucking close to me, so close to making me admit that I’d never wanted them more.

Bastian’s mouth tugged at my ear. “Tell us.”

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