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220 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 1, 2019

“Hold her arms.” I went to grip her wrist, pulling them up by me as he positioned himself between her legs, pushing inside her without so much as a warning. Stella breathed out a sigh as Ed filled her up. And then Ed became the animal we all knew he was, wild and untamed, rough every which way. His thrusts were deep and hard, his expression one of anger and need. He needed to be inside of her, needed to fuck Stella like the world itself depended on it. In a way, I supposed it did, because it seemed Stella was his world now, which meant she was mine. Stella. Fucking Stella. Ed’s back arched, and I watched him squeeze his eyes shut. I knew his body almost as well as I knew my own, so it didn’t take me long to recognize the signs of his impending orgasm. He raked his fingers down her chest, grabbing Stella right beneath her breasts, holding onto her ribcage as his thrusts became desperate, practically begging her cunt to milk him dry. He let out a sound that was like music to my ears. Hearing Ed have his way with her was…stimulating, but now wasn’t the time for more sex. I had a feeling that would come later. What I wanted was to introduce her to Destiny.
Edward had stuck two fingers inside of me. “That’s so fucking hot,” Lincoln muttered, dark eyes on me, on Edward, on the both of us.
I kept cutting, and Edward kept rubbing, pumping me with his fingers as I sawed through her bone. Once the bone saw was through the bone, the rest came apart with ease. The severed hand fell from the restraint, smacking the floor with a loud, squishy thump. Destiny herself sagged forward, her head held back by Lincoln. Her whimpering had stopped, her eyes blinking slower. Edward’s other hand crept up, cupping one of my breasts, tweaking my nipple as he continued to finger-fuck me and his lips roamed my neck. I could feel his hard-on behind me, and I arched my back, running my ass along him, gripping the bone saw tighter. I took the bloodied bone saw to her inner thigh, barely able to keep my concentration thanks to Edward. I knew what was coming, and yet I fought it. I fought the pleasure as much as I could, because I wanted to hear Destiny scream one more time before death took her. I wanted to cut her in half and watch as she bled out—and then I wanted both Edward and Lincoln to take me in the blood. I was more fucked up than I realized before. No normal person had thoughts like that—no normal person wanted to be fucked while lying in someone else’s blood.