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“The one you call Ghost,” she begins, dropping the curtains. “That’s Damien Sylvester.”
“Jason,” she murmurs, releasing a small breath. “That’s Jensen Peterson.”
“And Michael?” A sudden chill sweeps through me. Finally, her eyes meet m...
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“Ours,” Damien says, resting his hand against the small of my back. “It’s ours.”
“The princess shall have what the princess wants,” Damien mocks, grabbing the chainsaw from the sled. “Don’t be a brat.”
“This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I say. Micah turns back to look at me. “I don’t know about that.” “Okay. Name one thing more beautiful than this.” His hand grips my thigh, just above my knee. “You, Quinn,” he tells me. “You.”
The black ski mask he’s wearing catches me off guard and has me remembering how we met on Halloween night.
From the corner of my eye, I see Damien and Jensen lifting the tree into the stand. Micah grabs my ankles and yanks me to the edge of the table.
“That’s it, baby,” he praises. “Fucking take it. Take this cock like a good girl.”
“Fuck,” he snarls behind his mask, eyes narrowed. “Good.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Girl.”
“We have any more wood?” Jensen asks, messing with the flames in the fireplace with the iron poker. “Wood that isn’t wet?” Damien looks at me. “Quinn…” “You’re hilarious,” I say, rolling my eyes.
“This is our first Christmas Eve together,” I point out. “And many more to come,” he promises.
“Before I was yours—” “You were always ours,” Damien sharply breathes, tightening his hold on me. “Let’s make that very clear.”
“Us,” I rush out. “I never expected us to end up together.” “You were bound to be with us, Quinn,”
“We’ve lived in darkness for so long,” Damien says, grazing his lips against the crook of my neck, trailing down to my collarbone. “You are the only light we have.”
“What is it?” “Just admiring you.”
“Damien said it’s ours, but who does it really belong to?” Clenching his jaw, he remains silent for a moment. “It belonged to his parents,” he says.
“You’re so selfless,” he breathes. “So kind. Caring. And so, so beautiful. You know that?”
Grabbing the back of my neck, he leans closer. “You’re perfect,” he whispers, tightening his hold on me as I melt into his arms. “So goddamn perfect.”
“Further,” he impatiently orders. I obey, spreading them wider. Granting him every bit of access. “Good girl.”
‘Tis the season for giving, and especially receiving.
The silence is deafening, until the door opens unexpectedly. Damien, Jensen, and Micah all stand before me wearing Santa hats. Only Santa hats. My nipples pucker at the festive sight. Holy, not so silent, night.
“Close your mouth, Quinn,” Damien taunts, his heavily tattooed, masculine body flexing as he approaches the bed.
“We made a list, little Quinn,” Damien whispers beside my ear. “We checked it twice,” Jensen adds, twirling the lights around my arm, pulling tight. “And it turns out that,” Micah hesitates, binding my other arm as well. “Our pretty little slut has been naughty.”
“Naughty girls get choked.”
“Oh, I’m not finished with you yet, Quinn,” Damien breathes, tossing the Santa hat onto the floor and pulling on his Ghostface mask instead. “We’re just getting started.”
“You look so pretty with your face streaked in tears,” he says sadistically, wrapping another strand of multicolored lights around my neck. Choking me with them.
“You want all of us?” Damien questions, slowly stroking his cock. “I could fuck you all night.” Squirming against Jensen and Micah’s warm bodies, I moan, “I want all of you.” “Beg,” Micah commands, buried to the hilt.
Damien hungrily stares down at me. “So goddamn needy.” He pries my mouth open with his thumb, before guiding his cock past my lips. “Suck,” he commands,
I’d give anything in the world to watch this as a bystander. Here I am, bound with Christmas lights, getting railed and gagged by my three masked men. And even better, we all come together. It couldn’t get any more festive than this.
“Quinn, it wasn’t nothing. That fucking lowlife piece of shit forced himself onto you. You said no. You told him to stop. That bastard raped you.” “He raped me,” I echo in a whisper. “I’m sorry, baby,” he painfully says.
“We need a safe word. What will it be?” “Mistletoe.”
“Okay, Quinn. This time, you’re in control,” Damien says, before his eyes darken. “Run.”
There’s only one thing I’m sure of at this moment. I’ll hunt this guy down. I’ll find him. And I’ll rip his fucking throat out with my teeth.
“You’re bailing?” I call after him. “Grabbing us masks,” he responds. “You know I’d never bail on her.”
“I’d do anything for her.” I nod. We wouldn’t just give her the world. We’d give her the skin off our bones. Anything for Quinn.
“Come out, come out, little Quinn,” I quietly taunt. Micah strides out of the bedroom and shakes his head. “You can’t hide from us forever,”
Jensen smirks once he takes notice of my bloody lip. “Feisty,” he remarks. Micah steps beside me. “You good?” Wiping the blood from the corner of my mouth, I crookedly grin. “Never been better.”
“Nowhere else to hide, little Quinn?” I taunt, forcing myself into character. “Leave me alone,” she stammers, releasing a shaky breath. “You fucking hit me,” I laugh, mocking her.
“Well, then,” I breathe, kicking open her legs. “You better put up one hell of a fight.”
Locking my fingers around her wrists, I lift her arms, pinning her to the wall. Leaning my body into her, she begins to struggle, almost breaking out of my grasp.
“Now be a good little slut, and fucking come for me,” I command, rocking my hips. “Before I carve each of our initials into your skin as a reminder of who you belong to.” Her eyes lock with mine. “Do it,” she challenges.
Blood trickles as I carve out each line. I remain buried inside of her, stretching her wide. Consuming her. Cutting her. Claiming her. DS MH JP
“You’re safe now.” I press my forehead against hers. “Nobody will ever hurt you again.” I’ll make sure of it. If they even try, they’ll meet their end.
“I see you started without me,” Jensen unexpectedly murmurs, moving onto his knees behind Micah. “Lean forward.” My heart instantly hammers as a few drops of lube trickle onto my leg, until I realize it’s not being used on me.
“Fucking hell,” he groans, becoming still inside me. “Oh, fuck, Jensen.” “You like that?” “Fuck yes.” Jensen forcefully rocks the bed. “Yeah?” “You know I do,” Micah grunts.
Groaning heavily, they find their release at the same time. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. “Merry fucking Christmas,” Jensen says. Micah just laughs.
Micah finally steps forward, dropping to his knees. “Do what you want with me,” he breathes. “For you, I’ll do anything.” Jensen joins in, kneeling beside him, gazing up at me, vulnerability in his eyes. “Anything,” he agrees.
My eyes set on Damien. Without any hesitation, he falls to his knees before crawling over to me.
“Look at us, your little pets, sitting at your feet,” he says. “Use me, Quinn. Use all of us. We have no limits wh...
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