I don’t know my own name.
I don’t know where I am.
I don’t know who I belong to.
Because they all own me now.
Orion thrusts deeper, his growl vibrating through my spine. “Fuck.”
Callum’s breath scorches my neck, his grip bruising on my hips as he drives into me without mercy. “Tightest little thing I’ve ever had.”
I whimper, wrecked, ruined, overwhelmed.
But they’re not done.
Noah tilts my head back, slides his cock past my parted lips. “Suck, angel.”
I obey.
Of course, I do.
Because I was made for them.
Elliot groans, his hand tightening around my throat. “So obedient,” he murmurs. “Our sweet little treasure.”
His praise lights me on fire.
I clench, shudder, gasp, my entire body trembling.
They feel it.
They know.
And they fuck me harder.
Callum’s rhythm turns savage. “Goddamn, Madness, you’re squeezing the life out of me.”
Orion’s thrusts turn punishing. “She wants to come.”
Noah’s voice is strained. “Let her.”
Elliot’s hand on my throat tightens. “Come,” he orders.
And I shatter.
Hard.
Violent.
Mind-breaking.
The pleasure crashes over me, drags them down with me.
Callum snarls my name, spilling inside me.
Orion grunts, jerks, curses, his release following.
Noah groans, gripping my hair, his cock twitching between my lips.
