The morning sun didn’t feel real.
It peeked through the cabin’s wooden blinds like it didn’t just witness a crime of desire the night before. My body ached everywhere—lips swollen, thighs tender, core raw from too many fingers, too many c***s, too many voices calling me good girl while breaking every rule I thought I cared about.
But I didn’t regret it.
I wanted it.
And I still wanted more.
I stretched on the velvet couch, the scent of s*x still heavy in the air. My throat was sore, my hips stiff, but I smiled anyway.
Because I knew they weren’t finished with me.
They were just giving me time to recover.
The first to return was Zane—shirtless, barefoot, c**k already hard under his gray sweatpants. He had two mugs of coffee in his hand and a wicked grin on his face.
“Morning, princ
