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“I think I blacked out.” Damon says with a shiver and a chuckle.

“Think you’d be okay with only orgasming once a day if it’s that intense?” Maverick asks in my ear.

“Some… t-times.” I reply honestly, still trying to regain whatever consciousness resides in me, swimming through the fog of lingering emotions I can’t place.

“That’s okay, Siren. You did so good today. You were the perfect cocksleeve, taking our cum all day. It’ll get easier. You’ll be the best free-use bride ever.”

His words send goosebumps to every single hair follicle in my body.

He’s staying.

I haven’t scared him away.

And that means everything to me.

“Why the fuck is she crying?” I hear a growl from the door. “I was gone forthirtyminutes.”

“She’s okay, Jonas. She just needs rest.”

“You let her come without me?”

“And it was glorious.” Maverick chuckles.

“I’m never talking to my family again.” I feel him move up on the bed and the comforter comes down to my shoulders. “Is that right baby? You came so hard?”

I nod.

“Too much?”

I shake my head and wipe a tear. “Just… a lot.”

He purses his lips like he’s thinking it over. “Okay. We’ll let you sleep.” He says, kissing my shoulder, then rolling over to Maverick’s side.

But it’s a lie.

In the middle of the night, I wake up to Damon needing to be inside of me and Maverick joining him, stretching me to my limits. When my moans wake up Jonas, we shift positions so I can take him in my mouth.

It’s been a very merry Christmas, indeed.

Chapter Twenty- Five

Shadow

She’s gone.

She left my line of sight after the little performance at the Monroe Mansion and slipped away. She was gone again.

I clutch my hand into a fist as the Elders make their rounds, networking for the upcoming year. New marriage negotiations, company agreements, everything they do is to rise in power. It isn’t even about money anymore. I mean, it is, especially with the way Monroe Senior is climbing the ranks. Almost toe-to-toe with Elder Prescott.

Who turns to me now but instead of greeting me, he makes a motion with those icy blues of his to move out of earshot from the others. We find a somewhat quiet corner; a fake grin still plastered on his face.

Man, his cosmetic surgeons did a great job. The man is reaching fifty-five and doesn’t look older than forty. “Were you able to do it?”

“She grabbed the wrong drink,” I lie, moving my lips as minimally as possible, keeping my voice as low as possible. “She’s slipped away. I don’t think she’s come back down yet.”

“You’ve been wasting my time.” He says, nodding as if we’re just having a grand conversation, catching up on everything.

My heart sputters in my chest. I’ve been wasting his time for good reason. I want her far away from here. I hope she stops at Simon. Yeah, I know all about that. I was supposed to get her to Prescott last night, but when I slipped through the hidden corridors of the mansion, she was slinking out dressed in black with her giant henchman behind her, groping her the entire time. Raising a brow in my own balaclava, I followed her cute little butt, staying twenty paces behind them, copying their every move. Once they were in the kitchen, I dipped through the secret passageway in the living area, and followed them there, watching through a crack in the door.

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