Melt for Us (Order of the Unseen, #1.5)

by Molly Doyle

‘Tis the season for giving, and especially receiving.

“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.”

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Here I am, bound with Christmas lights, getting railed and gagged by my three masked men.

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