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“You’re my toy. I’ll do what I want with you. Do you understand?” “Yes, baby,” he impatiently whispers, firmly gripping my thighs.
“You,” Damien states, as a blush settles on my cheeks. “You gave us you.” “And you’re the best damn gift,” Jensen says, handing me my first present as I make myself comfortable on the floor. “This one’s from me.”
Searching under the Christmas tree, I come across a black box with a red ribbon, delicately tied into a bow. Placing it onto my lap, I untie the bow, bouncing up and down like a kid. The anticipation is literally killing me.
“Yes,” I eagerly moan, edging Jensen on as he pumps into me harder. “Your desperate little cries are my downfall,” he grunts, caressing their initials branded on my hip with his thumb.
“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart,” he whispers, and I obey. He brings my ass to the very edge and buries his face between my thighs.
I take a moment to reflect on everything that has happened in my life over the last twelve months. My achievements in school. Good grades. Working through and overcoming my traumas. Stepping out of my comfort zone. My emotional progress. Developing healthier coping skills. Focusing on the friendships and relationships that matter most to me. Meeting Damien, Jensen, and Micah.
I smile bright, quickly opening our group text. Jensen: We’re running a little late princess. Micah: What are you wearing? Damien: Doesn’t matter what she’s wearing. We’re just going to end up tearing it off.
They go everywhere with you guys. You’d think all four of you are together.” “We are,” I reply confidently. “You’re fucking all three of them?” she gasps, bursting into laughter. “I’m so jealous. I don’t even know what to say.”
“I sleep with them. I go on dates with them. I have feelings for all three of them. And yes, they’re all incredible in bed.” “Which one makes you come, though? That’s the real question,” she says, laughing. “They all do.”
“Excuse me,” I rush out, stepping back, until his neck tattoos give him away. “Damien,” I gasp, smiling. He crookedly grins, bringing me closer. “You look stunning, Quinn,” he breathes.
My heart flutters while I study his black masquerade mask, sharp tailored suit, and slicked back hair.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on,” Micah says, pressing his lips against the back of my hand. “Now remind me. How did we manage to get so lucky?” Damien grins. Jensen smiles, his intense eyes fixated on mine. Micah simply stares, gawking at me in silence.
“To never looking back,” Damien says. “And only looking forward.”
“This night couldn’t get any better,” I exclaim, tossing back the entire glass. “Challenge accepted,” Damien murmurs, staring at me with intense eyes.
A mixture of both Damien’s and my own cum seeps from my pussy. Micah catches it with his fingers, using it as lubricant as he sinks into my ass.
Damien removes his tie, sliding it out from his collar before wrapping it around my wrists. He binds both of my arms to the headboard and grabs my jaw. “Look at me,” he murmurs, slipping his thumb into my mouth. “I want to see that pretty look on your face when you come.”
That voice. I know that voice. It’s him. Eric Spellman. My rapist.
“Quinn,” Damien repeats, louder. “Quinn,” Eric cheerfully lets out, as if nothing’s happened between us.
“Is that him?” Damien asks, barely any sound to his voice. “Is that him, Quinn?” “Yes,” I whisper. “It’s him.”
I’ve been watching him, studying his every move, and I know it’s almost time for his next smoke. Leaning against the doorway, I observe the woman he’s with. Her body language is screaming that she’s uncomfortable. This prick just won’t take no for an answer.
“Who?” His eyes are wide, like a deer caught in headlights. “There’s more than one, isn’t there?” Jensen asks.
Quinn unexpectedly comes to my mind, and I remember how hard she cried to us after telling us what he did to her. Blood seeps through his white shirt, but it’s not enough. I continue to stab him over and over until I completely lose my mind. I can feel myself right on the verge of blacking out.
Damien crookedly grins, retrieving the box from the nightstand, before placing it on my lap. Carefully lifting the lid, my heart sinks at what’s inside. A royal blue masquerade mask. Suddenly, I know. “We all have our demons,” Damien says, grazing his fingertips over the initials carved into my skin on my hip. “And sometimes, they consume us.” “You did this,” I begin, setting the box back onto the nightstand. “For me?” His eyes burn into mine. “I’d do anything for you.”
“Are you cold?” “No,” I press, bringing him closer. “I’m melting.”
“Our good girl,” Jensen says beside my ear, and I shut my eyes, drowning in pure bliss. “Melt for us,” Damien breathes.
