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My husband and his friends 1

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Mia sat at the edge of the tub, hot water steaming up around her, but no amount of heat could chase away the bruises blooming across her thighs or the ache between her legs. She ran a trembling hand over her chest, remembering every touch, every kiss, every thrust. They hadn’t taken her like a woman they cherished. They had devoured her like something they owned. And the worst part was she had wanted it. Every second of it. Even now, hours later, her skin still craved more. Her body had been used, her soul branded. And still she ached for their hands again.

She heard voices downstairs. Laughter. Cups clinking. She should’ve packed and left. She should’ve slipped out while they slept. But her suitcase was still upstairs. Her feet still rooted to the tile. She had made her choice the moment she let Theo between her legs with her husband watching. There was no pretending now.

When she came down in jeans and a hoodie, trying to blend back into reality, the men looked up from their brunch
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