He releases me suddenly and I cough, pulling in much needed air. I can’t answer him, not yet because I can’t bring myself to look at him. When I’m lost in pleasure, I can ask for what I need, but when my head is clear of the desire swimming in my mind, the shame of wanting the darkness takes a hold of me.

“Tell me,” he orders again.

“I don’t want to do this,” I tell him, but Crow isn’t resting until he’s gotten what he wants. He grips my arms and spins me around until my front is pressed against the wall beside the door. The bricks scrape along my skin as he bunches the material of my dress to my hips. My panties are ripped away. “Crow—”

My plea is lost to the night when he kicks my legs apart and his dick nudges my entrance. “If you tell me to stop,” he whispers in my ear. “I won’t.” That’s the last thing I hear before his thickness spears me, stretching me painfully. The slick walls of my pussy pulsing around him, wanting to milk him. The need for him to fill me courses through my veins.

He doesn’t move slowly, every thrust is brutal, painful. His grip on my hips is going to leave bruises and his fingertips dig into my curves. His mouth is on my neck as he bites down, sucking hard until I feel the skin tear.

A deep growl of bliss vibrates through his chest when I’m pretty sure the flavor of my blood coats his tongue. I’m so close. I’m near the edge, when Falcon steps out onto the patio and smirks at me, watching me get ravaged by his best friend.

“You look fucking exquisite being owned,” he tells me with a smirk. He leans forward, and captures Crow’s mouth for a quick kiss before his lips find mine, and the metallic flavor bursts on my tongue when he shares the crimson fluid with me.

His fingers trail down my body until he finds my clit, and pinches hard. The pain zaps through me sending me into orbit as I cry out into the kiss. My orgasm erupts without warning, causing my knees to buckle. But I’m caught between the two strong men, who hold me up as I let go.

As my heart beats wildly, I wonder how I’ll say goodbye to them once this is over.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

LUCILLE

I know I can’t stay here. If I put them in danger, I’m only allowing my father to do the same thing he’s done so many times before—steal from innocent people. These men kidnapped, brought me to their home, and locked me up, but they had good reason too.

It’s so fucked up to even think like that, but it’s true.

I pull on a hoodie and make sure I’m covered up. It’s cold out and I don’t want to freeze before I hit the closest town. I’ve managed to spy a map in Falcon’s office which gave me an idea as to how far I have to go. If I make it there alive, I’ll lure my father away from them.

He’s after me, so once he has me, he’ll forget all about them. The reminder of what he told them burns my cheeks. The shame of what I had done is every present. I never wanted to be that girl. The memories were so deeply buried, I forced myself to forget them. They’ve all come crashing back, and I’m filled with the realization I’m a monster, like my father.

I move through the house silently. All the clothes they bought me, everything I leave behind. I don’t need it where I’m going. A pang of agony hits me in the chest when I think about walking away from the men who’ve given me everything I needed. Hawk was slower to accept me, and I understand why.

But even he wanted me here.

They all do.

I would bring them nothing but more agony. I’m a reminder of all they lost. Tears blur my vision and I have to swipe them away. Crying was showing weakness, I can’t allow myself to cower from this plan.

When I reach the living room, I find the lock of the patio door easy to open. But before I can step out into the cold, a deep voice resonates from behind me.

“Where are you going?”

A long while ago when I wanted to run to escape them, I thought about how far it would be to the property line. If they’d find me before I even made it halfway. Now though, he’s caught me before I even stepped foot out of the house.

I turn to find Hawk staring at me. He’s calm, his hands in the pockets of his jeans. The dark material of his T-shirt hugging his muscles as they bunch up. He’s broad, toned, and the way his body moves is languid, yet, I know he’s dangerous.

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