Chapter 1Evelyn’s POVThe bar smelled like whiskey, sweat, and a hint of smoke, and the moment I walked in I felt it, eyes on me. I had dressed for it, I knew exactly what I was doing, short skirt, no bra under my thin top, my thighs slick from how turned on I already was before even leaving my apartment.I liked the way men looked at me, the way their stares crawled all over me like hands. It made my nipples hard, my pussy wet. I wanted to be used, wanted to be filled, and nothing ever felt like enough.That was when I saw them.Three men, sitting in a booth near the back. They weren’t boys, they were men, like hot men. Broad, rough-looking, like they worked with their hands. Tattoos peeking from sleeves, muscles tight under shirts. One of them lifted his glass, his eyes meeting mine over the rim. My chest tightened instantly, he looks older, like maybe late thirties, dark hair and sharp jaw. The other two were younger, one with dirty blond hair that fell over his forehead, the
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