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Cain pulled me forward, lifting my bottom into the air. “Get ready, baby. Get ready to take your fill.”

His dark words only fueled the fire raging deep inside. As Cristiano thrust the remainder of his cock inside my asshole, I closed my eyes, the pleasure driving me straight into a moment of bliss.

Then the three men took full control, driving their cocks deep inside. A rush of adrenaline mixed with an incredible series of vibrations tore through me, my pulse skyrocketing.

There was nothing better than their glorious growls and animalistic sounds, the men completely primal in their needs. Everything about the moment was special, the rhythm as if we were meant to be together. I remained basking in the feeling of euphoria as the men fucked me.

Fleeting images continued to roll through my mind, adding colorful details, some images startling while others were sensual.

They rode me long and hard, doing their best to keep control, but only minutes later, I sensed they were close to coming.

My pussy spasmed, another climax rushing into my system. As the three men filled me with their seed, I finally felt a sense of peace.

This was exactly where I was supposed to be.

CHAPTER 26

Cain

“I wish we could live like this forever,” Sage murmured. Her eyes were closed, her breathing easy. She seemed serene while I felt like a raging tiger ready to pounce on my prey. What I’d come to realize after our lengthy discussion was that various indicators pointed to the fact that I had a mole in my organization. That was the only way someone could have known about our whereabouts and other private details. I told few about my comings and goings within my company, my two capos then filtering down necessary information.

The other aspect of the damning situation I knew to be true was that whoever was perpetrating the game had known for years that Sage was alive and living under an assumed identity. Why had the ruse festered for so long?

My answer?

Something had prevented the person seeking revenge from acting on their plan for years. In my mind, that could mean only one of two possibilities.

Health issues or prison.

I’d widened the search overnight, asking Brock to coordinate with my main hacker to narrow down possibilities. I’d included every Elite member from our graduating class. I hadn’t kept up with their whereabouts. I could care less about the elitist clique we’d turned into a killing field. My life hadn’t been centered around college.

But others had felt differently.

“Why can’t we?” Hunter asked, lazily running his fingers down her arm.

She purred, opening her eyes, then nuzzled against his chest. “Here or somewhere else?”

“I think we should purchase two other houses around Lake Michigan. Then we can move from one location to the other,” Cristiano suggested, glancing in my direction, his smile bordering on mischievous.

“I’m thinking more tropical,” I added. I found it interesting that we all wanted the same thing. Professionally, it would be interesting. While there were still several uncertainties, we’d made one aspect of our kinky relationship very clear to the beautiful woman.

She was going nowhere, at least not permanently.

That allowed me to smile.

“Then we’ll buy six houses. You pick the locations, Sage,” Hunter murmured.

“That’s very dangerous. My tastes are… elitist.” She grinned after using the word, and I swatted her on the bottom.

“Uh, no.”

She laughed and I realized I’d never felt so comfortable.

“And the three of you can be my bodyguards when I’m on tour.”

“Who said we’re going to allow you to continued singing?” Hunter teased.

Jerking up, Sage grabbed a pillow, smacking him in the head. “Oh, no you don’t. I will continue to be a career woman. I am a star, you know.” She held her head up, pressing her hand against her heart in a show of entitlement.

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