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VIOLET;

Kane’s fist was buried in my hair, yanking my head back against the cracked leather until my throat was fully exposed and my eyes stung. Riot was face-down between my thighs like a man possessed, tongue buried deep, nose pressed tight against my clit as he fucked me with his mouth. The wet sounds of it filled the room—obscene, rhythmic, so loud I could hear how soaked I already was. Silas kept my legs forced wide, fingers digging bruises into the soft flesh of my inner thighs while he watched every filthy second of it.

“Look at him,” Kane growled against my ear, voice pure grit. “Watch the...