| JANE’S POV |

In an instant, their hands were on me, gripping with a rough, unhesitating force that left me breathless.

The bearded man withdrew from my pierced pussy with a wet, slick sound, the sudden emptiness tearing a gasp from my throat.

In one fluid motion, they flipped me onto my stomach. The rough hotel sheets scratched my naked skin, and my face pressed into the mattress.

I turned my head to the side, dragging in ragged breaths as the bearded man’s hands clamped onto my hips, lifting them higher.

Both of them closed in behind me.

The bald man grabbed me closer to him, his touch hungry...