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“Don’t worry, brother. I plan on experiencing it very soon. Yes, I will, little pet. You belong to us now.”

Why did Cain’s words thrill me so much?

I continued sucking, swirling my tongue back and forth, wrapping one hand around the base. As soon as I twisted my fingers, creating a wave of friction, Cain arched his back, fighting losing all control.

Hunter smacked my bottom several times, then slowed down his rhythm, bringing me close, then backing off. I was almost exasperated, moaning over the thick invasion, pushing hard against him.

His laugh was deep and raspy, the sound sending a jolt of electricity through every muscle and tendon. Cain lifted his pelvis off the seat, powering into me savagely. Hunter mirrored his rhythm, finally bringing me to the point of release.

Another series of stars floated in front of my eyes as a climax rushed into my system. I bucked hard against the two men fucking me, my body shaking uncontrollably. The single orgasm wasn’t enough, Hunter pushing me harder. The pulsing of his cock kept me so aroused, I was lightheaded.

He reached under me, cupping my breasts, kneading them. I closed my eyes, barely able to control my mouth and tongue. When Hunter pinched both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, I let out a ragged scream around Cain’s cock.

Cain issued a series of low growls, lifting my head with my hair then thrusting in short jabs into my mouth. Blinking rapidly, I was in a state of awe as both men fucked me like wild beasts. Hunter twisted my hardened buds to the point I issued a single, bedraggled scream.

Then I sensed both men were ready to erupt. I rolled my hand up and down Cain’s shaft while I squeezed my pussy muscles. Then, as if they’d coordinated their efforts, both men released.

When I was a little girl, I often pretended I was Cinderella, hoping that one day I’d find my Prince Charming. For a few crazy, off-the-wall seconds, a fleeting thought entered my mind that I hadn’t just found one, but three.

Then an icy grip wrapped bony fingers around my throat, pulling me into the darkness that I’d experienced far too many times. As if what we’d shared was the beginning of something cataclysmic.

And in the end, there’s be nothing left but tragedy.

CHAPTER 19

Five days later

Rose

“What a very good girl indeed.”

I snapped my head up, my pulse racing. I could swear the voice was right behind me. I scanned the room in the mirror, seeing no one. I hadn’t experienced a single flashback in days. Why now? The note. It had to be because of the note I held in my shaking hands.

“You’re… terrible.”

“Yes, I am. Be careful, little fawn. There are beasts crawling in these hallways. I wouldn’t want to see you get eaten.”

I bit my lower lip to keep from making a single sound. My voice. Who was I calling terrible? A dull ache formed behind my eyes, and I closed them for a few seconds. Then the pull from what I’d discovered earlier dragged a trickle of fear down my spine. I took a deep breath, holding it as I peered at the crudely written statement, the warning threatening to shatter the beautiful world I was attempting to create.

You don’t know who you’re sleeping with. They are murderers.

Swallowing, I wanted to crumple the fucking piece of paper and throw it in the trash. Instead, I read it for a fifth time. I’d walked into my dressing room to find it taped to the mirror so I wouldn’t miss it. Whoever was determined to ruin my life had a twisted sense of humor, writing the words using a quill pen dipped in red ink, allowing for the author to be creative in his or her lettering. The words appeared as if they were written in blood.

Exhaling, I looked away, uncertain what to think or do. It was the second note I’d received, the first only telling me to be careful. I assumed they meant being cautious about Cain, Hunter, and Cristiano. I was no fool. They were dangerous men, but with me they were entirely different. I’d become the light to their darkness. I was certain of it.

I’d also grilled them on who they were, even laughing with them as they’d talked about the article I’d found, sharing with me stories about their enemies. Nothing crazy had happened, the three men handling business while weaving time spent with me both as a foursome and singularly.

Everything had been like a blissful whirlwind, the time more enjoyable than any other I could remember in my life. We’d lounged in the sun, and Cain had even taken me on a tour of Chicago. We’d eaten at two incredible restaurants, both times returning to his estate. The four of us. Maybe I should have spent more time asking questions than pretending I was living every girl’s fantasy.

Or maybe someone was trying to derail our happiness. They were some of the most eligible bachelors in the country. And I was a rockstar. Laughing, I attempted to push the anxiety aside.

I closed my eyes, trying to conjure up the dreams from days before. Little pet. The two words seemed to spark the memories and dreams. But were they false memories as the doctor had mentioned was possible? I wasn’t certain what they were any longer. What I did know was that for the first time, I felt like I belonged to someone and had something special.

Damn anyone who tried to take it from me.

I reminded myself that bits and pieces of what had occurred around the mysterious accident could come to me. The doctor had said the memories could return like clips from a movie, which was exactly what was happening. He’d also said they could be skewed or completely wrong. He’d suggested I keep notes, and that at some point, my mind would be ready to accept the truth.

I’d done it for a little while, then stopped. Recently, I’d started again, given the tenacity of the nightmares. What I didn’t want to happen was for my psychosis to interrupt either the residency or the joyous time spent with my gorgeous hunks.

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