Page 31 of Claimed By the Billionaires

“I’m the Pegasus virgin,” she said again, even more quietly and this time.

Aston roared softly as she pressed herself against his hardening body.

She didn’t understand the fury in his eyes, and she wasn’t going to either, not until it was too late.

Chapter Fourteen

Winter had no idea what she was asking for, but them touching her, right at that moment, was the only thing that mattered.

She lowered her head, unable to maintain Aston’s deep, penetrating perusal.

“On your knees, Winter."

She whipped her gaze up to look at Aston, watching him back away until he stood next to Konnor and Houston. It wasn’t so much his command as his tone of voice.

Ominous. Foreboding. Heartless…

Shakily, she walked up to them and then dropped down to her knees.

Tears still stupidly fell from her eyes, and her hands trembled so much that her teeth started chattering.

The unsettling gloom inside her when they looked at her increased tenfold. They were going to destroy her, and she was going to let them do it.

She reached out to them. Clumsily, she started to unbutton their jeans. One at a time. Then she unzipped them one at a time, and finally, she reached inside their jeans, into the white, snowy softness of their boxer briefs, to unearth their cocks. One at a time.

She thought her fear would override her and have her running and hiding at the sheer, intimidating size of their cocks, but she didn’t.

She accepted her fear of what they could do to her virginal body, the same way she accepted that her destiny as the Pegasus virgin seemed to be wrought with murkiness and grimness.

Yet, irrespective of that, she was and would always be their virgin, a breath away from them taking her innocence and impregnating her.

Nothing mattered but that, and whatever else came afterward, she’d be able to deal with it. She was strong that way.

The scent of their cologne lingered on their clothes. The scent of their soap clung to the beautiful cocks.

Closing her eyes, she opened her mouth.

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Their carefully laid plans hadn’t included the decimating effect Winter Creer had on them.

The virgin was meant to be nondescript.

A nonentity.

Just a vital steppingstone in the grand scheme of their vengeance. She was easily disposed of once they took her virginity, branded her, and bred her.

Easily forgotten, while for their enemy, she served the purpose of being a constant reminder of who he wronged. She was collateral damage.

The only way to get to Creer was through his daughter, thereby crushing his dreams of being admitted back into the halls of the masters of all the universes and their secret societies.

So fucking simple, yet despite everything still being on track, she was making them do things that were so far out of character for them that she had them questioning their own motives.

Prom, for one fucking thing.

It didn’t escape them either the magnitude of the irony of her tattoo. They weren’t about coincidences and serendipity but that she had chosen a phoenix as a tattoo that still boggled their minds.

Still, they consoled themselves with a bottle of whiskey late that night, telling themselves it was the least they could do considering what was going to happen to her next.

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