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“Houston,” she murmured sleepily. That she knew it was him without opening her eyes sent fresh blood to his cock and inflamed his blood. But then she started to get wet around his cock, and the sensation against his shaft blew his mind. She drew him in, sinking him slowly into the steady, rising pool of dew she made for him.

“Go back to sleep,” he ordered her, and he fucked her that way until he splashed a stream of cum into her.

Aston took her next, and then Konnor.

He wondered if she’d ever stop hating them.

Chapter Twenty

“Winter? Mistress Piper and Mistress Sutton are here to see you.”

“What?” Winter asked before Millie’s words registered. She rose from the sofa and dropped the book she’d been reading on the coffee table in the bedroom.

She couldn’t ignore the soreness in her body every time she moved, especially between her legs, the same way she couldn’t ignore breathing.

“Yes, of course.”

She tucked her hair behind her ear, neatened her skirt, and followed Millie downstairs to the lounge.

“I’ll send some tea and cookies,” Millie said jovially before Winter entered the lounge.

“Thank you, Millie.”

Seeing her new friends put a smile on her face. She hugged them tightly, but at the same time, a pocket of melancholy bloomed anew in her heart. A fairytale happy ending was still not in the cards for her. Everything had changed since she last saw them. All for the worse. Now, they were breeding her for a different reason. For revenge.

She lost count of the number of times they dragged her into their arms and filled her with their cum. And every time she responded, or said their names out loud, or orgasmed because they wanted her to do so, she shamed herself a little more, a little deeper.

Her pride did not understand her love for them, and she was stupider for it.

Everyone knew about the rise of the Phoenix by now. They’d reclaimed their throne despite her father trying to erase all proof that they existed in the first place.

They hadn’t allowed her to see him yet, but they did allow her mother and Amelia to visit her, and she didn’t know how to take that act of kindness from them.

According to her mother, her father locked himself away in his study, refused to come out until it was nighttime, and then slipped into their bed upstairs. He said nothing and did nothing. He didn’t even acknowledge that his wife and sister were coming to see her and had no words of love or encouragement for her.

She was already so brokenhearted that her father’s rejection of her for being touched by the Phoenix rulers now registered only as a blip on her radar.

Brushing aside her somber thoughts, she became invested in the visit with Piper and Sutton, and they caught up happily while sipping tea and eating the cookies that Millie served them, but without addressing the elephant in the room.

Her.

“How are you?” Piper asked seriously and directly. They were getting to the crux of it now.

Winter opened her mouth, but a commotion in the hallway snagged her attention before she could utter her first word.

A tall, well-dressed man barged into the lounge area.

“Mr. Lester, they aren’t here, as you can see,” Millie said, annoyed.

Piper, Sutton, and Winter rose from their seats. The man named Mr. Lester looked at them, confused, before he lowered his head. “Mistress Piper. Mistress Sutton. Pleasure,” he said respectfully.

“Can we help you?” Sutton asked, thankfully taking charge.

“My name is Ned Lester, and I’m the father of the Phoenix virgin,” he said proudly.

Winter felt as if she were going to throw up. Or pass out.

“That’s a bold statement to make, considering the heads of the Phoenix family haven’t made any decisions about it yet,” Piper said coldly.

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