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538 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 13, 2021

My voice feels like it’s dropped three octaves as I run the head of my cock over her tongue. “You like my cum, little sister?”
It’s quiet and over-warm, the three of us standing in some fucked-up, erotic triangle, thigh-deep in the bubbling hot tub, as we breathe too loud, eager for our own turn.
Rath watches her with parted lips, his wet hair hanging in his eyes as he flexes his hips. Story takes the tip between her lips, and looks up, holding his gaze as she sinks down.
I can tell from the crazed, almost violent sharpness in his eyes that he wants nothing more than to pummel right into her.
But the second he curls close, looming over us like a horny, sex-crazed giant, I swat his hand away from his cock. “Start slow,” I explain at his outraged expression, shamelessly grabbing his dick and guiding it to her entrance. “She’s probably still sensitive. Jesus, dude, look at her. You’d be fucking her like a rag doll.”
Tris slides over, cupping a palm against the back of her head. “Come on, sweetheart. Show your big brother how deep you can take it.” He pushes her down, but I can feel that he doesn’t need to, that she’s driving it into the back of her throat under her own will, fingertips pressing divots into my thighs.
Tristian is the one to ease me off, thumbing a tear track from her cheek when I free her. “That’s my girl.” His encouragement propels her to suck and lick my head, sending shivers down my spine. Tristian strokes his cock slowly, not in any rush as he looks up at Rath, “Come over here and touch her tits. Keep her warm.”
Sometimes I watch you, and I can’t blink. Can’t swallow. Can’t breathe. I’m too busy wondering what it’d be like.”
Her eyes fly up to mine, wide and stunned. “What it’d be like?”
“If you loved me back.”
“I love you,” I repeat softly. It’s not a question, but whispered devotion. It gives me what I need to finish the letter, swooping the final stinging curve, because maybe she doesn’t need it, but I do. “Do you have any idea how much?”
I’ve been claimed before, with knives and trackers and bruises and marks. But never gently, proudly, formally.
Dimitri has this way of looking at me that makes it feel as though the whole world is falling away, darkening at the corners until my awareness is teetering on the point of his pupils

"I’m not like the others. They would have let you go before. But me?” There’s a spark of dread in his eyes that I’m alarmed to see. “I would have followed you. I would have been your next Ted, only I would have been worse. Do you know why?” He answers his own question as he slides my skirt over my hips, bunching it around my waist. “Because I know you want me back. I would have tracked you every fucking hour. It’s insanity. I don’t like it.”
“I want you to come inside me, big brother.”
“I have been wondering, though. Does he still fuck like a robot? More interested in how he looks than how it feels?” She drops close, whispering in my ear, “He looks anywhere but at you when he comes, doesn’t he?”
My hand snaps up and clenches around her throat, my sharp nails pressing into her flesh.
“Ah!” she gasps, hands flying up. “Let go—”
“Not until you understand something, bitch.” Sneering, I slam her back into the wall
“What’s up?”
Rath says, “Nothing,” but I jab a thumb at him, cutting in.
“He’s going to jack off into your sister’s panties.”
Killian gives Rath a long, unreadable look. If I’m expecting support for any kind of intervention, then I’m highly disappointed, because Killer just nods, saying, “Send me a picture,” and then walks away.






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“You use your body every day to get ahead, be it out on the field, or over in South Side, muscling your way around, showing off your tattoos, trying to look so big and tough. But you—all three of you—look down your noses the second a woman tries to do it.” Shaking her head, she gives a low, humorless laugh. “God, you’re all unbearable hypocrites.”




The four of us have absolutely ruined each other for anyone else
You’d like that, wouldn’t you, sweetheart? Taking all of us at the same time? I bet you could handle it. All three of us making love to our sweet, nasty little slut
...Can’t wait to come down your throat as you take their loads. Then you’ll really be ours, won’t you? We’re going to pump you so full of our cum...🍆🍆🍆💦
“It’s not the ride or the drugs that make me feel it.
It’s the girl.”
