SARAH
I didn’t come here to be handled gently. I came here to be f****d until I lose memory of every terrible thing that’s happened in the last 24 hours. And with the way the HawkThorne brothers stare at me like I’m their favorite meal about to be devoured, I’m certain I f*****g will.
Ronan’s lips stretch into a smile. It’s there, but his eyes are void of any form of amusement.
“Sit.”
One word. One order. Yet, I obey thoughtlessly like a good little girl. I’ll do anything I’m asked to do. I’m needy like that.
I step backwards towards the bed and sit on the edge quietly. My right leg crosses over my left, and a frown forms on Ronan’s face.
“Legs open, kitten. I didn’t ask you to close them.”
Legs open. Got it.
Slowly, I spread my legs apart, revealing my wetness to their bare
