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“Found you,” Van growls.

The flashlight swings wildly as he swoops down and grabs my ankle. It’s all the warning I get before I’m yanked free.

I shriek. The sound is involuntary, but it tears from me as I’m dragged across the floorboards on my belly. My top is twisted up over my breasts, baring them. scraping the tender nipples across the floor.

And that’s how he leaves me. On my stomach when he forces his hand between my thighs.

“Christ, her cunt is dripping.”

I sob when his fingers sink inside me and pump. My hips lift to meet him. My knees fall open wider. The cold floor feels like heaven against my flushed skin.

I’m ready to submit. Call it quits. I don’t want to play anymore. I want them.

But I know I will never live it down if I give in this easily.

So, I twist. I coil back my leg and kick out. The heel catches the bend of Van’s arm, dislodging him, but only for a second before he makes a grab for me. Grabs my arm. I don’t pause to think when I sink my teeth into the flesh of his wrist.

“Jesus!” his hiss sings through me as I scramble up to my feet and dive for the bed. “Little brat bit me.”

I crawl over the mattress and across, nearly face planting on the other side when I miscalculate the distance. I have a split-second chance to gauge my plan as I lunge for the door. My bare feet slap against the hardwood.

“Everly!” Van’s growl brings a grin to my face, but I don’t stop.

The hallway yawns before me, a patch of darkness before the faint glow of candlelight from below.

I sprint for it.

I’m nearly at the landing when Lachlan’s heavy weight slams into me from behind, sending us both crashing to the ground in a tangle of limbs. His body crushes mine, pressing meface down into the floor as he sinks his teeth into the side of my neck. My cry is ignored with the first thrust of his hips.

His cock slams home inside me, every inch claiming. His hands grip my hips, pinning me down with every savage thrust. My body burns with pleasure as he takes me right there on the hallway floor.

“Surrender,” he hisses.

I shake my head, but the words lodge in my throat with the first stroke of his fingers over my clit.

I’m ready to agree to anything when I hear the thump of feet joining us. See the bob of light as Van comes up behind his friend. It’s his arrival that spurs my reflexes back into action. It propels me to twist. To throw back my elbow and catch Lachlan in the chest. The attack disturbs his pace, his perfect rhythm. His cock slips free, and the loss has my empty channel weeping, but we’re not done playing.

I grab the opening and scramble upright. I have a split second to hear Lachlan’s snarl of protest before I’m throwing myself down the stairs.

My feet hit the steps. I slip and barely catch myself with one hand on the banister. My heart is slamming so hard, it’s rattling my ribs, but there’s no time to contemplate my actions when I can hear them right behind me. The combined weight thundering across the boards, rattling them.

“Oh, you are not getting away that easily,” Lachlan snarls.

I leap the last three steps and land hard on my soles. Pain rockets up my calves, crackles around my knees. It reverberates my spine, and I hobble a second trying to catch my bearings.

But that’s all the time they need to fall on me. To surround me. Hard hands close and grab. They lift and pull. I am nothing but a doll between them as they take what belongs to them. As they make good on their promise to use me.

“Game over, little brat,” Lachlan says as Van pulls me up and brings me down on his cock. Stretches me with zero warning. Stealing the air from my lungs as I fight to take him.

My back slams into the wall just beneath the stairs and he pistons into me with slow, even pumps that tingle up my core to coil in my belly. His big hands grip the undersides of my thighs, holding me open.

“Van...”

I don’t even know what I’m asking for, except it’s all I want and I know he’ll know.

“Can’t wait,” he breathes, voice rough with desire. “Need you on my cock.”

The fact that he thinks I would stop him would have been laughable, except he’s pumping harder. Every thrust rocks me higher up the wall. His rhythm is steady, unhurried, yet there’s a cruelty there, too, that has my toes curling.