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And I wanted to, I wanted to lose myself entirely to the depraved ecstasy.

Bastian let out a choked grunt, and his cock swelled in my mouth as I moaned. Titus’s cock pulsed in my ass, filling me with his cum. The room echoed with the sounds of their climax and Bastian reached down to grip my throat as his cock pulsed and filled my mouth with hot seed.

I swallowed convulsively around Bastian’s surging cock. The salty tang of his cum flooded my senses as Titus continued to pound into my ass, drawing another orgasm from me until I was shaking and sobbing from the intensity.

Finally, they withdrew, leaving me a gasping, trembling mess on the bed. Their mixed fluids dripped obscenely from my used holes as I collapsed onto my stomach, boneless and spent, my mind reeling from the depravity I’d just participated in.

The bed dipped as the brothers settled around me, their hands stroking possessively over my sweat-slicked skin.

“Such a good girl,” Valen purred, his fingers trailing up my spine. “Taking everything we give you.”

I shivered at his touch, my body still thrumming with the aftershocks of pleasure.

The grimoire’s whispers receded to a dull murmur, temporarily sated by the dark feast of carnal energy.

Titus’s hand cupped my ass, his fingers dipping into my tender pussy and flicked gently against my swollen clit, drawing a whimper from my throat.

I turned my head to look at Titus, my hair stuck to my damp cheeks. His dark eyes glittered with satisfaction and hunger as his fingers continued their lazy exploration of my sensitive flesh.

“We’re not done with you yet, little bird,” he rumbled, a wicked promise in his voice.

A shiver raced down my spine at his words, even as my exhausted body protested.

How much more could I take? How much more would they demand of me?

“How much will you demand of them?”The grimoire’s whisper was lazy—but there was an edge to it.

As if reading my thoughts, Bastian chuckled darkly. “Don’t worry, sister. We’ll give you a little break... for now.” His hand smoothed over my tangled hair in a mockery of tenderness.

Valen stretched out beside me, his lean body pressed against my side. “Rest, now,” he said.

I closed my eyes and tried to steady my racing heartbeat.

The grimoire’s whispers had quieted for now, but I could still sense its dark presence lurking at the edges of my consciousness, waiting to pull me back under.

As I lay there, sticky and sated, surrounded by the heat of my stepbrothers’ bodies, a small voice in the back of my mind screamed that this was wrong. That I should be ashamed, disgusted by what I’d allowed them to do to me—and by how much I’d reveled in it.

But that voice was very small and was so easily drowned out by the dark, pulsing need that still thrummed through my veins.

The grimoire’s influence had stained my very soul, twisting my desires until I craved their depraved touch like a drug.Laying there, my body owned and marked by their lust, I knew there was no going back. I was theirs, utterly and completely.

Valen’s fingers trailed lazily over my hip, tracing the bruises that bloomed on my pale skin.

Marks of their possession that branded me as their own. Each aching twinge sent a shiver of dark delight through me, a reminder of the depths of depravity I’d willingly sunk to in their arms.

“You take us so well, little witch,” Valen murmured, his lips brushing my ear.

I shuddered at his words, and my body responded shamelessly to his praise. It was wrong, so wrong to crave their cruel touch and their degrading words.

But I did.

The grimoire whispered to me that this was how I could control them—how I would be able to turn them against their father.

It was necessary.

And I relished it.

I needed them chained to me…

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