Chapter 1
Evelyn’s POV
The bar smelled like whiskey, sweat, and a hint of smoke, and the moment I walked in I felt it, eyes on me.
I had dressed for it, I knew exactly what I was doing, short skirt, no bra under my thin top, my thighs slick from how turned on I already was before even leaving my apartment.
I liked the way men looked at me, the way their stares crawled all over me like hands. It made my n*****s hard, my p***y wet. I wanted to be used, wanted to be filled, and nothing ever felt like enough.
That was when I saw them.
Three men, sitting in a booth near the back.
They weren’t boys, they were men, like hot men. Broad, rough-looking, like they worked with their hands. Tattoos peeking from sleeves, muscles tight under shirts. One of them lifted his glass, his eyes meeting
