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She didn’t fix or soften me. She didn’t ask me to be anything other than exactly what I was, scars and all. When she saw the damage that lived in my soul, she didn’t run away. Instead, she challenged me and chose me even when it would’ve been easier to let me go.

I fought against letting people in, but loving her didn’t make me weak. It made me better, stronger, and smarter, and without ever asking, she gave every violent instinct a purpose.

I hadn’t survived Lawrence just to lose her.

I hadn’t buried Ella and North just to let history repeat itself.

I hadn’t built this life, this family, just to watch the world take another piece of it from me. Because if anyone ever tried to take Ren, they wouldn’t just face my anger. They would quickly learn what happened when a king who had already survived hell unapologetically destroyed them.

MAY 21 – THURSDAY 8:30 PM

Ren

Ihadn’t been expecting this. Dinner with everyone—without incident—had been incredible. But then Nash excused us, and the next thing I knew, my guys were whisking me away.

Liam was being cagy in a way that only he could pull off. We arrived at Nash’s condo, and as soon as we stepped inside, he put a blindfold on me and ushered me into the bathroom. My clothes were slowly peeled off, and he took the time to pin my hair up before helping me into a bath at the perfect temperature.

Nash told me to relax, to leave the blindfold on, and he’d be back to get me once I was done. At least I thought he left. I was a good girl and didn’t peek, but for all I knew, he could’ve been sitting and watching me the entire time.

It was relaxing with soft music and all my favorite body washes. I took my time bathing, but just as the water started to turn cold, the door opened, and Liam helped me out of the tub and wrapped me in a warm towel.

He didn’t speak as he dried me off, and I knew better than to ask. He wouldn’t tell me, and the mystery was enticing.

Liam took the towel, then my hand, and led me out of the bathroom. I nibbled my lip with anticipation.

When he squeezed, I stopped and shivered. My arms instinctively covered my chest.

I felt hands first, and I knew they were Liam’s. He was slow and deliberate, mapping me as if I were sacred. I shivered with an eagerness that started in my chest and flowed to my stomach before settling between my legs. Fingers traced the inside of my wrist, like Liam was reminding me that I wasn’t alone and I had nothing to worry about.

His mouth brushed my ear, barely there, breath warm enough to make me swallow hard.

“Stay still,” Liam commanded.

The darkness made every touch louder, every second stretched. Much like he had in the art room, Liam positioned me and then left me standing there until my body learned patience. I was practically vibrating and wanted to see what they were doing.

I licked my lips and then sucked in a gasp as hands were suddenly everywhere. I couldn’t tell whether they were swapping in and out or if it was all five at once. Lips found my neck, sending shivers racing down my spine. Fingers tweaked my nipples while hands gripped my ass, and slipped between my legs, only teasing me with light touches.

A thumb brushed my chin, tilting my head back. A mouth ghosted my jaw, never quite touching, the denial only increased my desire.

“You’re being such a good girl, Little Rabbit,” Liam said quietly, his breath hot against my ear.

The words had me craving their praise. A wet tongue traced over my stomach and then lower, but stopped before giving me what I really wanted. Kings on either side of me took a wrist and guided my hands to their stiff cocks.

The groans were instant, and I knew that I had Theo and Blake. I could see their twin expressions as they thrust slowly in my grip. The growl from behind me and the hands that claimed me with a possessive impatience were Nash. He pushed his cock between my ass cheeks and slid up and down. Liam claimed my mouth. I would know his kiss anywhere as he commanded me in silence. That meant Myles was caressing my leg and sucking on my clit.

I moaned into Liam’s mouth, my body unable to keep up with the sensations. Hands continued to roam over every inch of my skin, igniting my nerves. Liam cupped my face and deepened the kiss. Nash wrapped his arms around me and tugged gently on my nipples, drawing a mewling noise from my throat. Myles licked faster, his tongue swirling around and drawing me ever closer to the first of what I suspected would be many orgasms. Blake and Theo stayed in perfect rhythm, and the feel of them made my mouth water.

“You’re going to find out just how many times I can come in one night, Princess,” Nash said, his voice rough before he bit the side of my neck.

I whimpered, legs trembling and threatening to give out.

“We’re all going to fuck you tonight,” Liam said. “Do you want to be our good girl?”

“Or our dirty girl,” Nash asked from behind me.

Blood rushed so fast through my body that all I could hear was the thumping of my heart. I rocked against Myles’s mouth, craving more.

“Both,” I finally said.