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“What’ll it be?” the bartender asks.

I keep moving to the beat as I respond, “I’ll take a bottle of chilled VOSS, please.” He reaches into the fridge, grabs it, and hands it to me. “Thanks,” I state as I hand him a twenty-dollar tip. The drinks are on the house, and usually most of the bartenders at the fraternity and sorority parties are newbies who are being made to do grunt work.

“Long time no see, Eva.” My head turns slowly in the direction of the deep voice, only to have to crane my head up.It’s him.The guy I met about a month ago.

What is his name?Michael… Malcolm, Maurice.I smile, twirling my hair nervously, and say, “Hello,” as I try to find his name in my brain’s Rolodex. I know it starts with an M, at least.Manny… Matthew… Martin.

For fuck’s sake, Evie. What is his damn name?

“It’s Mason,” he answers my unspoken question with a knowing smirk.

Mason—how the fuck could I forget the name of someone as fine as him?

“Right. Hey, Mason. How have you been?” I question sheepishly, trying to run past my faux pas.

His smile grows. “Better now.” My brows knit together, ready to ask how so when he continues, “I just returned from a disastrous trip home, but seeing you at this party certainly brightens up my evening, darlin’.”

I think my panties melted at the Southern drawl of darling. The whole line should probably be seen as cheesy, but I’m a sucker for an accent, just like his brother. My face heats as Liam’s voice sang against my skin that night.

“What’s got you flustered?”

Mason’s question makes me jump like a cat that just got caught sizing up the fish bowl. “It… it’s a bit hot in here. Want to head outside with me for some air?”

He nods, leading the way. When the cool breeze hits me, I sigh in relief. “Better,” Mason inquires.

“Much,” I reply, leaning against the wall.

I’m not sure how long we’ve been talking when a hand wraps around my throat, lifting me off the ground.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Evie Rose.” Colter’s arctic tone matches the icy blue eyes glaring in my direction.

“Hey. Let the lady down,” Mason argues, and I want to shake my head to warn him not to interfere, but I can barely breathe.

I watch as Colter’s frosty gaze shifts. “You might just want to mind your business, if you know what’s good for you.”

Stars dance in my eyes, and my heart thumps in my ears, drowning out whatever argument is going on around me. Before my head slumps, my dress is hiked over my hip, and my panties are ripped from my body, leaving me exposed to whomever is around. “Col… ter,” I rasp, digging my nails into his skin. “Wh—no… don’t?—”

“The word no doesn’t exist in your vocabulary to me, Evie.” Rage-filled eyes bore into my head, and I momentarily forget to breathe.

It’s in this moment that I am both cheering and cursing the contract that has me naked from the waist down.

This is what you wanted, Eva Rose. Isn’t it?The devil on my shoulder says ‘go get fucked and be freed,’ while angel just shrugs, grabbing a chair to watch.

And just like that the fuck it switch has been flicked.

I’m so focused on the fury in his gaze that I don’t notice what he’s doing until he slams inside me, each barbell on his pierced cock grazes my walls, bringing the perfect mixture of pain andpleasure. “Fuccck,” I scream when the grip on my neck loosens just enough for air to flow back to my brain.

“It hasn’t been a full two weeks and you’re already breaking rules,” Colter snarls, thrusting inside me at such a brutal pace that I know I’ll need to soak, but the thirsty bitch inside me is screaming with glee that my dry spell is over and this is the best fucking way to end it.

“You can’t do this,” Mason hisses, and I’m both elated and annoyed with his command. I’m grateful he’d step in to stop me from being hurt, but I’ll be so pissed if I don’t get what I need tonight.

Colter doesn’t slow his pace, and I rest my hands on his shoulders to meet each thrust. “Does this desperate bitch look like she needs your help?” Colter growls, yanking my hair until my head angles in Mason’s direction. “Does she look like she wants a knight in shining armor? Because to me it looks like she wants the devil to steal her soul and fuck her until she’s owned unequivocally.”

At his words, I moan, clenching around him so hard his gaze snaps to mine. “Does my dirty girl like when I’m the villain in her story?” Colter croons before he continues. “The way your pussy is strangling my dick I’d say the answer to that is yes.”

Colter lets go of my hair, placing both hands on my waist. “Watch how much she loves my cock, Mason Bradley. Watch how much she likes to be used.”

Then Colter lifts my hips until just the crown of his dick is seated inside, and I whimper at the loss of the fullness of his big dick stretching me.