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T he lights of Deadwood Peak are spread out below, shining brightly through the wall of windows in front of me. This town is practically my birthright, but that reality has been tainted by the darkness of my past for far too long. It’s time to end this nightmare once and for all, then maybe this second chance I’ve been given won’t seem so damn impossible.

“Jay’s done with the clean-up. He said he had somewhere else to be, but he’d reach out soon,” Grant says from beside me, but I can’t pull my eyes from the twinkling sea of homes and businesses that cover the valley in the distance.

The entire time I washed off Kinney’s stench in the shower room, my mind was stuck on our next move, desperate to find a way to ensure we all make it out of this alive. I’m reeling, getting more frustrated with each passing second, and the high from Kinney’s death is already fading. Now, I stand here, a riot of chaos whirling through my brain.

“Remy…”

“Hmmm?” I murmur.

He says something else, but I can’t even pretend to be paying attention.

“Remington!” he barks, his grip harsh on my chin as he forces my gaze to his.

My demons, still a little wound up from the night’s activities, don’t take kindly to the aggressive treatment. My blade is out of its sheath and pressed to his throat before I can halt the involuntary reaction.

“Watch yourself, Grant,” I snap.

He doesn’t so much as flinch, but I hear the silence that engulfs the room.

Fuck. What in the hell is wrong with me?

His hand slowly comes up, gripping my now shaking wrist, and pulls it away from his skin. My eyes dart down, relieved when I see there isn’t so much as a scratch.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, ashamed of myself.

It’s been years since I’ve reacted like that. Normally, I’ve got more control over my instincts, but everything is hitting just a little harder than it usually does. I’m worried about what this might mean if I can’t put a stop to my brother soon .

“There’s no reason to be sorry.” His thumb brushes against my lower lip. “I should’ve known better. Especially so soon after a kill.”

I hate it when my bottom lip begins to tremble. The emotions I typically keep locked up tight start to rush forward.

He studies my face, and the intensity staring down at me does little to staunch the multitude of feelings coursing through me.

“What do you need?” he whispers.

I’m shaking my head as the first tear falls. “I don’t know.”

He glances over my shoulder, giving a small nod to someone I can’t see before dropping a tender kiss on my forehead. “You trust us, right?”

“Of course,” I say without hesitation.

“Good.” He slowly turns me around until I’m facing Saint.

His hair is damp, a bead of water trickling down his bare chest. I track its journey until he clears his throat. My eyes travel up his body, pausing on the clean t-shirt thrown over his shoulder. When they finally meet his steely glare, it sets my nerves on edge. Not because I’m afraid. No. Because I understand what’s about to happen, and I welcome it with my entire tainted soul.

“You need another reminder of how this works when we’re alone, angel?” His tone is low and menacing, my pussy clenching with desperate need.

“Yes, sir,” I murmur, eyes locked on his.

“Perfect. Come.”

Without missing a beat, he lifts me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carries me over to one of the extra rooms in the far corner of the space.

“I may have had some redecorating done in here recently,” he says casually, and I hear Ace’s snort trailing behind us.

“Told you guys he’d transform one of these rooms into a BDSM dungeon.”

My eyes dart to Saint’s. “You did not!”

“Of fucking course I did. Seeing you in your element turns all of us right the fuck on. We needed something close by to work off all that adrenaline.”

One hand leaves my ass long enough to dig into his jeans pocket. He pulls out a key, unlocks the door, and steps into a plush, carpeted room. Everything is red and black—the light fixtures casting a dim red glow along the walls. The furniture isn’t something you’d see in your average store either. A gigantic metal four-poster bed with red silk sheets. An ornate St. Andrew’s cross. A padded barrel horse. A swing. Dressers line one wall, the other lined with black peg boards that run up to the ceiling. They’re filled with items I can’t even begin to name. There are groups of chairs set together with small tables in the corners—perfect places to sit and watch or take a breather as needed. A small corner bar completes the space, with glasses and a mini fridge that I can see is stocked with bottled water.

He stalks past all of it to a soft-looking daybed placed near the center of the room, its cover a velvety red. A round pillow rests at one end, and impossible-to-ignore hooks are conveniently placed around the base. Slowly, he lowers me to my feet and takes a step back.

“What’s your safeword?” Methodically unbuckling his belt, he slowly pulls it through the loops until it’s dangling from his fist.

“Vengeance.”

“Good. Now, strip.”

The single word has goosebumps spreading over my skin and wetness seeping out from between my thighs. Reaching for the hem of my black Sinner’s Mark tank, I lift it over my head and drop it to the floor, followed by my leggings. I’m standing, naked, in the middle of the room while five guys spear me with heated glances. There’s a small niggle in my belly—the tiniest hint of panic—but it’s drowned out by the love I see reflected back at me.

Saint stalks forward, running the thick leather through his hands. “Turn around.”

That simple command has my pulse jumping in my throat, but I do as I’m told.

“Boys, our slut has such a pretty little ass, doesn’t she?” he damn near purrs, running his fingertips across my skin.

Trip’s eyes are narrowed on Saint, and I already know this is going to be a struggle for him.

“I’m not sure I can?—”

“You can, and you will, brother. For Remington,” Saint demands from behind me. “She trusts us, and so do you. If you want, you can play the good cop to our bad. I’m down for that. But if you really think you aren’t going to be able to stand by while we debase our little cum slut here, then you should probably bow out now.”

I’m holding my breath as Trip’s green eyes drop to mine. The muscles are bulging in his jaw while he studies me, and I’m not sure he’s going to be able to go through with this. It goes against everything in his nature to sit back and do nothing while they degrade me.

“It’s okay, handsome. You don’t have to?—”

He closes the distance between us, tenderly running his fingers along my jaw. “I’m not leaving you, baby girl. You might need what they’re willing to give you, but you’ll also need a reminder that you’re loved and cherished when it’s all said and done. I’ll be here for that . For you .”

“I love you,” I manage to whisper just before his lips brush mine sweetly.

“And I love you.” When he steps back, he gives Saint a nod over my shoulder.

“With all of that out of the way…”

The first brush of leather against my shoulder has me tensing up. My brain balks even though my heart knows I’m in safe hands. The constant dichotomy of mind versus heart is something I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to.

“You gonna use your safeword already, angel?” Saint murmurs against my ear.

I clear my throat, straightening my shoulders. “No, sir.”

“Good girl.” Saint runs the leather up the side of my neck and begins to secure the belt around my throat. It’s not constricting, just tight enough to act like a collar. “Look at our slutty little pet, boys. On all fours, pet. You’ve got dicks to suck.”

Getting to my hands and knees, I watch Ace, Rogue, and Grant undress. Saint’s holding the end of the belt like a leash, and he tugs on it, startling me when he starts to urge me toward the guys. They’re now standing in a row, stroking their dicks while their hungry stares trace over me.

My breasts, which are starting to swell slightly from the pregnancy, sway as I crawl forward, and Grant’s eyes follow the movement.

“Who wants her mouth first?” Saint asks.

“Me,” Ace says, gripping my chin and lifting my face to his. “Get to it, wife. You have two other men to suck off.”

Raising to my knees, I’ve barely got my mouth around the tip of Ace’s dick when his hand wraps around the back of my head. He thrusts in deep, hitting the back of my throat. I gag, tears rolling down my cheeks as he begins to face fuck me in earnest.

“Fuck. Her mouth is so goddamn perfect.”

With a grunt, he takes the belt from Saint and wraps it around his hand. Using it to pull me off his length, he turns me to face Rogue. “Your turn, brother.”

“Open up, gorgeous.” Rogue taps my lips with the fat head of his cock, smearing the bead of precum around my mouth.

Dutifully, my lips part, but before I can lean in, Ace’s hand grips my neck on top of the belt and presses me forward. He uses his hold to fuck his friend with my mouth, Rogue’s girth making my jaw ache. At this point, the apex of my thighs is so wet, it’s starting to drip down my skin.

“Our little slut likes being used, brothers,” Saint murmurs in my ear from behind as I swallow down as much of Rogue as I can. “Time to up the ante, angel.”

His calloused hands slide from my shoulders, traveling down my arms until he’s gripping both wrists. I can’t see what he’s doing since Rogue is now actively thrusting down my throat as my husband holds my head still for him, but I feel something padded wrap around each wrist. When I try to shift my hands behind my back, I discover they’re chained together. My pulse thunders in response.

“You’re at our mercy, Remington. We can do whatever we want to you. Fuck you in any hole we choose with as many dicks that will fit. You’ll be stuffed so fucking full that you’ll be begging us to stop.”

His breath against my skin makes me shiver.

Ace tugs me off Rogue, forcing my head back. I’m staring up at my big guy, who leans down, reaching out his hand and swiping it through my dripping slit. He gathers up an embarrassing amount of wetness, lifting it in front of my face until I can see my arousal dripping down his skin. With slow deliberateness, he sucks one finger between his lips with a satisfied hum.

“You like when we use your pretty little mouth, gorgeous?”

I’m lost in the lust swimming in his bright blue eyes. “Yes, sir.”

“Such a dirty little slut, right, brothers? Maybe she should taste for herself just how turned on she is for us,” Saint suggests.

Rogue lifts another finger and presses it between my lips. The sharp tang of my own juices hits my tongue, and I groan helplessly.

“Fuck,” Grant groans. “She’s killing me. I need her mouth.”

Ace pulls my mouth off Rogue’s finger, turning my face until I’m looking up at my best friend. His hair is pulled back, his mouth tight with need as he stares down at me through heavy-lidded eyes.

“You heard him, slut. Suck his dick. But first…” Saint commands. The feel of his body suddenly pressing against mine makes my heart pound in my chest. Fingers once again slip through my pussy, dragging that copious amount of wetness up to my ass crack. Without hesitation, he thrusts one finger in, and I gasp at the sudden intrusion. “Gonna fuck this perfect fucking ass while you suck his dick, angel.”

One finger becomes two, the pressure making my chest ache as my breathing gets shallow. The entire time, my eyes are locked on Grant, who patiently strokes his cock. Saint loses what little patience he had left, pressing the tip of his dick against the tight ring of muscle.

“Fucking let me in, angel,” he growls, thrusting against my body’s resistance.

I scream, but that doesn’t stop him. He pulls out and slams back in again.

“Look at poor Trip, doll,” Ace murmurs, twisting my face until I can see him sitting forward in his chair, naked, looking like he’s seconds away from rescuing me. “You gonna tell him to come save you?”

“No, sir.”

“Why?”

“Because…” I rasp, feeling the slide of Saint’s thickness in and out of my asshole. “B-because I like it.”

The tension eases from Trip’s shoulders, but it doesn’t erase the intensity in his eyes as he watches his brothers use my body for their pleasure.

“Damn right you do,” Saint barks. “Now, suck Squire’s dick so we can move things along.”

Ace guides my face back again, my mouth poised right in front of Grant as Saint’s hips continue to slap against my ass.

“You are so goddamn sexy like this, Rem,” Grant murmurs, guiding himself to my lips.

“You should see her from this angle,” Saint rasps. “Hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

Grant’s control snaps, and he plunges into my mouth. My eyes water as I stare up at him, watching his head drop back with a groan. The silky length of him slides along my tongue, over and over again, until I’m practically whining. I can feel an orgasm teasing its way up my spine, my toes curling as Saint fucks my ass while I give my best friend head.

“Not gonna happen, slut.” Saint roughly pulls out, his arm wrapping around my waist as he yanks me back against him and off of Grant’s cock. “You only come when we say you can.”

My whimper echoes through the space, my breathing ragged. With impressive strength, he stands with me in his arms.

“Rogue, go lay on the daybed.”

My big guy does as instructed, and when he’s laid out flat, with the round pillow supporting his neck and shoulders, Saint carefully places me so that I’m straddling Rogue’s waist.

“You’re going to ride him while the rest of us rock, paper, scissors to figure out who gets your mouth and which two are going in your ass.”

The memory from ten years ago rises up loud and fierce, white noise muffling the voices around me.

“It’s too much, man.”

Trip’s words barely filter through the fog. I try to find my voice, but I’m hit with another image of Major and his bastard buddies fucking whichever hole they could squeeze their dicks in.

“She has a safeword,” Saint argues.

“But not if she’s too traumatized to use it,” Trip counters.

Large palms cup my face, forcing me to meet Rogue’s worried stare.

“Squeeze my arm twice if you want this to stop, Remington,” he murmurs.

I shake my head. As much as what’s about to happen terrifies me, I don’t want them to stop. I want to finish what Rogue and Saint started and push past this final barrier. I want to shed the last remaining nightmare from my mind for good and move forward with the men who have made me whole again.

“She doesn’t want to stop,” Rogue says to the others, my panic receding with the strength of his concern.

“Remy?” Trip asks, stalking over to where I’m straddling Rogue’s waist.

“I-I’m good. Just a tiny setback.”

He cups my face, swiping a tear off my cheek. “That didn’t look so tiny to me.”

“I trust all of you, handsome, or I wouldn’t be in this position to begin with.”

After a few seconds of hesitation, he drops a heated kiss on my lips. “Fine. But I’ll be right here if you need me.”

My heart is full to overflowing as he steps back, crossing his arms over his chest as he gives Saint a pointed look. My kinky guy just claps him on the shoulder.

“Take it easy, brother. You know we’d never do anything to hurt her or the baby.”

“Rationally, I know that, but my instincts still aren’t fucking happy about it.”

“Just watch us drive our girl wild, then you can love on her to your heart's content.”

Saint straddles the narrow daybed behind me, settling in between Rogue’s spread legs.

Rogue glares over my shoulder. “I swear to Christ, if your mouth gets anywhere near my dick again, we’ll have words.”

“I told you, I’m not into you like that. Act of convenience. That’s all.”

Laughter bubbles up inside, but before it can break free, Rogue lifts me up until I’m poised above his monster dick.

“Do it already. My balls are fucking aching.”

Grant steps up beside us.“I never thought I’d say this, but I agree with Saint on this one.”

“So fucking impatient,” Rogue mutters, but he slowly lowers me until the fat head of his cock presses into my pussy.

“Too goddamn slow,” Saint snaps, placing his hands on top of Rogue’s on my hips and slamming me down until Rogue’s dick jabs my cervix.

I let out an embarrassing yelp, trying to lift up on my knees to ease the pressure, but Saint won’t let me.

“You fucking take him all, Remy. If you can’t, then you know what you have to say.”

“Yes, sir,” I manage to choke out.

“Such a good little slut for us, aren’t you?”

As if that’s all my body needed to hear, the tension leaves my body and I sink fully down onto Rogue.

“Now, it’s my turn,” Saint says just as I feel his palm pressing between my shoulder blades until my cheek is resting against Rogue’s chest. “Your ass misses my dick, slut. You ready?”

I’m not sure if I am or not, but I’ll be damned if I bail now.