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By midday tomorrow, he’d find out where they were keeping his daughter.

By tomorrow at dusk, he’d arrive at their doorstep.

But it would be too late for him and his daughter.

Her virginity was going to be theirs.

And when he arrived for her, she’d already be wearing their brand, seared into her skin for eternity, and into his head forever like a disease.

Jonathan Creer was the last man on their hit list.

He was going to suffer the longest.

Chapter Fifteen

Winter failed to gain control of her breathing and ended up forgetting everything they’d taught her about how to be submissive yet graceful. She acted on instinct alone, which came from the deepest part of her femininity. She wanted to engulf them inside her and keep them there forever.

She couldn’t explain her greed, her need, or her direness to have them despite Konnor and Houston pulling at her roots until she cried, and Aston choked off her air supply.

She gasped for air but didn’t stop herself from touching them, from wanting to feel the silky hotness leaking from the slits of their cocks on her fingers, or from imprinting on her skin anywhere on her body.

Heavy pants cascaded from her open mouth as they held her at bay.

“Please.” She wasn’t sure if she said the plea out loud or if it merely echoed around her heart and her body.

As if the air had been knocked from her, they released their hold on her hair and throat. Aston picked her up from the floor as if she weighed nothing and carried her to the bed.

He went down with her, forcing her to part her legs to accommodate his body.

The rough texture of his jeans brushed against her thighs, and she relished the topical bruising.

The heat of his cock, too thick and too long, consumed her. Wetness dripped from her pussy. Her clit throbbed, her labia swelled as she got wetter, and deep down inside her, her flesh fluttered with fearful anticipation.

She couldn’t bear the emptiness any longer, and yet she didn’t exactly even know what it felt like to miss it, except she did.

They’d ravished her with their presence alone; the same would happen when they were inside her.

She lifted her hips to capture the head of his cock, staring into his eyes and seeing something akin to hate and frustration.

She didn’t care.

She reached out, her intention to grasp his cock and guide him into her, but Aston grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. Using his free hand, he brushed his fingers against the deluge of wetness dripping from her.

She shivered at his touch, arching her back in an attempt to lure his fingers deeper inside her.

Who was this girl she’d become?

“Please. Now.” Her whimpered pleas sounded foreign to her ears, but her need was all her own. She discarded the size of their cocks; she couldn’t even open her mouth to take even one of them fully inside her without her jaw aching.

But maybe she wanted the pain.

Because something was wrong, and there was no going back after this.

“Fuck,” Aston murmured softly but roughly.

She held her breath and bit her lip as he took hold of his cock and pressed it to her labia, forcing her pussy to part for him.

The colossal, broad head of his shaft sent shockwaves through her and alerted all her pain receptors.

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