Sophie's POV

I should've left after the first night.

Should've gone home, showered off the evidence, deleted Dante's number, and pretended it never happened. Should've walked down that aisle in one week without the memory of four men using every hole burned into my brain.

Instead, I texted him the very next day.

I need to see you again. All of you. Before the wedding.

His response came within minutes: saturday night. Same place. We'll make sure your last night of freedom is unforgettable.

I'd become addicted. Addicted to the way they made me feel—powerful and powerless at the same time. Addicted to being used, to being filled, to the...