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“Do I know any of them?” I blurt out, hating myself for it because I don’t think I can bear to hear the answer.

And my luck comes back when he doesn’t answer; at least not the way I expected him to. “You don’t want me to answer that, Billie. Just know that I’m going to do whatever it takes to get out of my deal with them—even if that means throwing my shit father at their feet. He’s the one who made the deal, so I imagine he’s the only one who can break it.”

“That’s fair,” I whisper.

“What’s our next move, Christian?” Zeke asks, changing the subject’s direction for me.

As Christian takes in a deep breath, I move in closer to him and lay my cheek against his chest. His heart is pounding, my own matching his as I nervously wait for his response.

“I still think we need to get up to the prison and see if we can meet with your mom, Billie. She’s going to know more about the society than we have time to find out on our own.”

I stiffen at the mention of going up there to ask my mom about a secret society that I’m not supposed to know about. But then again, maybe she’ll open up if I can get Dana to work some magic. There’s no better way to get intel than offering someone their deepest desire. And for my mom? It’s her freedom.

“Do you think she’s even going to talk to us?” Zeke asks into my neck, tightening his hold around my hips.

When I snuggle into him, Christian seems to naturally move forward to stay close to us. I’m sandwiched and loving every second of it.

“She’ll talk to me,” I admit, knowing me and my mom have a pretty decently healthy relationship. And if talking to me means shortening her sentence, I don’t see why she wouldn’t tell us everything she knows.

Silence fills the dark room. I can hear nothing but the sound of our steady breathing. My heavy eyes close while my sore muscles melt into the bed. Zeke’s breathing turns into light snores, and I reach down to take his hand to see if he’s still awake. He doesn’t budge—his fingers are slack and easily manipulated when I twist mine through.

“Christian?” I whisper.

“Hmm…” he murmurs.

Reaching up, I place my hand flat on his warm, solid chest, knowing his chest is covered in tattoos even though I can’t see them right now. I lick my lips and muster up the courage to speak.

“I really enjoyed what you did to me at the party,” I admit quietly, careful not to wake Zeke.

A low rumble echoes between us before I feel his hand come up and cup my jaw. “I didn’t hurt you, did I? Z made it seem like—”

“No,” I rasp, cutting him off. “You didn’t hurt me. In fact…” I lick my lips again, hoping he’ll react positively to my request. “I’d love it if you and Zeke both chased me through the woods and had your way with me.”

“Jesus fuck,” he says on a breath, moving impossibly closer to me.

I shiver when his forehead presses against mine, our lips a hair’s breadth apart. Our breaths mingle for several inhales before his tongue comes out and licks across my lips. My moan echoes around us when I jut my hips back into Zeke’s and push my breasts out to connect with Christian.

He burrows his head in my neck, licking up my pounding vein as his hands wander to my hips. I let out a small yelp when he roughly pulls me on top of him. Straddling him, he lies on his back and then leans up on his elbows. I tease him, leaning forward to brush my lips across his. He parts his mouth with expectancy, but I sit back up and grind against him.

I’m still soaking wet from what they left behind, allowing me to easily glide back and forth over his growing erection.

“Fucking christ, little hellfire,” he mumbles. His fingers dig into my thighs as he thrusts upwards.

“Christian,” I whisper against his lips as I reach between us and hold his dick up.

As I adjust above him until the tip of him is at my center, I crash my lips over his and swallow his groan when I sit all the way down on him. My moan mixes with his, my hips lifting and dropping at a feverish pace as I fuck him.

His hand burns against my flesh as he slowly traces upwards between my cleavage and up to grab my neck. I deepen our kiss, slowing my hips as I slam down and hold against his hip bones.

“Billie,” he growls out my name, squeezing my throat tighter.

“Yes.”

“Tell me who this cock belongs to,” he instructs.

My pussy tightens around him when he says this. God, I want to believe in my heart and soul that he’ll always belong to me—and to Zeke—but I’m not sure that’s true.

“Me,” I rasp instead, keeping my thoughts to myself.

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