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She took a step back inside as they charged toward her.

“Emily?” she whispered. If she was going to die, she had to know Emily was okay.

“Is safe,” Lawson said, and she crumbled over in gratitude.

But then Rowan grabbed her, cupping her face, relief and anger and frustration clouding his normally stoic features.

“We don’t know if we should spank you so you can’t sit for a fucking month or claim every single part of you. Because we’re never letting you out of our sight. Fucking ever, Sienna.”

“Claim me,” she whispered. “I’m sorry. For everything. But later. Right now, just be inside me.”

Chapter Fifteen

Sienna threw herself at them. She kept nothing behind for herself. She gave them everything.

“Fuck,” Rowan roared. He slammed his mouth down on her. Cameron and Lawson on either side of her, ripped her dress off her body, then her bra, and tore the tiny set of lace panties she wore in half.

Rowan picked her up and carried her to their playroom in the cellar.

“This isn’t going to be slow and gentle, Sienna.”

She nodded, afraid that anything else she said would trigger them.

They were more highly strung now than when they had left. Their display of emotions was nothing like she had ever seen in them.

But she recognized two which mirrored her own.

Relief and appetence.

The need to feel them inside her just the way they needed to be inside her, consumed them all.

Rowan placed her on her knees on a bench. She turned her head around to watch them strip off their clothes.

Mesmerized yet again by the sheer and utter male beauty of their bodies, she allowed her senses to feast on them then bit her lip when her wetness soaked her thighs.

Cameron came to the front of the bench and straddled it, his magnificent cock, with its piercing rock hard, thick, long, and oh so delicious, strained heavily up against his eight-pack abs.

She licked her lips, salivating to suck him, but Cameron cupped her face, scooted closer, and kissed her.

Behind her, Lawson parted her ass cheeks. Rowan poured lube into her hole. She clenched around his finger as he massaged the oil into her flesh.

Lawson slapped her ass, really hard and Cameron bit her lip. They worked in a symphony of perfection, biting and spanking every time her body’s automatic responses forced her to contract while Rowan poured lube into her, as deep as he could go.

She was startled when she felt Rowan’s cock head at her entrance. She pulled away from Cameron’s mouth and dropped her head.

“Eyes on me, beautiful,” he murmured and she obeyed.

She was rattled and her body shook as Rowan made his way into her asshole.

“Breathe, slow and nice and easy,” Cameron instructed. He began stroking her lips, then licking his thumb he brushed the wet pad of it against her nipples.

She had started to sob. There wasn’t enough lube, she cried. Frantic to try and move away from Rowan but with his hands gripping her hips in a tight hold and Cameron keeping her grounded, she had no way of escaping.

She concentrated on her breathing. Short bursts; then slow long ones. She shook her head as Rowan inched deeper.

He was going to break her.

The sting was unbearable. The burn of the stretch was going to kill her. But then Rowan started a system of in and out, just a little deeper each time.

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