Page 164 of Tempt Her

It takes him a long, luscious moment to read it.

“You didn’t breakme,and no one can break us four.” I boast, “I have three men who love me so much, I don’t know what to do with myself. But lemme tell ya… they sure as fuck know what to do with me. All. At. The. Same. Time.”

I raise my voice, sharing my delight with him and the whole room. “Did you know I could squirt? Did you know I could come five times in like two hours? Especially when the cocks are big. Did you know that when you eat a woman’s pussy with pure delight, she’ll let you fuck her anywhere? Did you know you don’t have totrapa woman into marriage? Not when you fuck her so good and love her so hard, she’ll happily marry three times over.”

I’ve never seen this man’s face get so red. Like a giant zit, he’s about to pop. “I always knew you were a dumb whore,” he seethes.

“You know, little dicks like you keep saying that word like it’ll make you bigger. But no, you’re still the size of a Tic-Tac and asinine because if you ever read those things called books, you’d learn the word comes from older words meaning ‘dear’ and ‘expensive.’”

I smile from my soul, telling him, “And Iamexpensive, dear. I have millions now while you share a hole in the wall to piss in. I take care of my dad and own two homes, a store, and a fancy red car, and buy whatever the fuck I want to wear,andI do yoga.” I wink. “It really helps me bend into the most fuckable positions for the three cocks I fuck all the time.”

He shakes his head, snarling, “You’re a fat slut.”

“Why, thank you. And you look so ugly now that I’d hire you to haunt a house.”

I laugh. “And guess what? I got the money to do it. I get your millions this week; then I’m giving it all away. The first contribution is going toward the care of your victims. For the rest of their lives, they’ll be taken care of. Then I’m giving huge campaign contributions to the women senators you hate. The ones who will make more laws to stop evil fuckers like you. Then I’m donating to all this state’s women’s shelters, clinics, and LGBTQIA causes you tried to shut down. And I’ll do it all as ‘Stacey Evans,’ the beauty queen once married to a disgraced senator. You know? The evil fool who finally got fucked over by his ex-wife. Yeah, she left him for three men because he never was one.”

It heaves from my lungs, the relief I feel.

That’s the part I needed to tell him. That’s the justice people deserve.

Everything else was my private battle, and I’ve already won.

I take out my phone. That’s my signal to my men.

The sound of their chairs sliding back from their table to join me fills me with pride. Ford’s bribed the guards in here. It only cost another hundred each for eight guards, but I’d pay a million for this last minute.

I feel Mateo’s gentle hand land on my shoulder, and it’s so warm. Luke’s hand rests on my other one, and his grasp is so strong. When Ford stands behind me, his fingertips gently caress my collar for Gentry’s glare.

Love glows through my veins at the touch of my men.

It fills me with heat and power while I tell a fuming Gentry, “You know I was going to show you a video we made for you. I was going to make you watch it, or at least listen to how real men love a woman, how sex with people who love each other looks and sounds because you have no idea. But here’s the shortest version for you and your matching dick; it doesn’t involve cruelty and nine irons.”

I stand up, holding the hands of the men I love while I feel the third man I love wrap his arms around my waist. His whiskers tickle my neck, kissing my collar, but they don’t say anything, andthisis how you respect a woman.

Because this ismymoment andmyfight, and I don’t even need their love to win, but I sure want it.

I want them until my dying day.

I stare Gentry down, and all the tears I shed, I can’t find them inside me.

The pain is gone.

All I feel is power, is love.

“Your imagination will punish you until you die, but not me,” I tell him. “Because I’m free of you. This is my life and the men I love now, and you don’t get another goddamn thing from me but ‘Bye-bye, asshole.’”

EPILOGUE

Filthy Freaks by BONES UK

Five years later…

“Y’all don’t needto wear these ties.” My fingertips linger down the silky herringbone design on Mateo’s. “I mean, you tie me up with them. It kinda feels inappropriate, right?”

“Inappropriate?” Luke tightens his knot. “What’s that?”

Mateo leans down, pecking my lips. “Are you letting bullshit tradition sneak into our nontraditional wedding?”

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