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MARIAN.“Let’s get a divorce, Marian.”My eyes widen, but not because of the statement, but because of how much thought he has put into getting a divorce.Well, at least that proves he’ll put effort into something if it means getting away from me—the woman who stuck with him for ten years, and handed everything she’s worked hard for to him.I stare at the paper he’d slammed on the table, and examine it, determined not to show an iota of emotion even though this is tearing me apart inside.“Let’s face it, you and I, we were never going to work out, Marian. You know it, I know it, everyone else knows it.” He continues talking, and the sound of his voice is like metal on a chalkboard to my ears.I can’t believe I let myself fall in love with him. I can’t believe I gave him ten years of my life. I cannot believe that I worked so hard for the world to know his name.Looking up, my eyes drift to the fool sprawled out on the bed—our bed, my matrimonial bed—and I can’t stop the scoff as it le

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MARIAN.For the umpteenth time, I toss the dress I am holding aside. It’s red, and it would have been perfect for a club outfit, but it’s too long, it’s the kind of dress worn to corporate events, and I’m not going to any corporate event.I want heads to turn the moment I walk in, I want the room to hold its breath, and I want men stumbling over themselves for them. I’m going to prove Malcolm wrong, I’m going to show him that I wasn’t always the good girl.My fingers brush past another of the soft, muted fabrics I’ve worn for years. High necklines, modest hems, safe choices made for a man who wanted my lights dimmed and my wings clipped.Well, not anymore.Anger pricks my skin, and I let the tears I’ve been holding back to fall freely as I keep searching for something to wear, because after tonight, I am never going to bring myself to cry over a manwhore because after tonight, Malcolm is dead to me.My hand lands on a black dress buried in the back, and I pull it out, staring at it fo

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MARIAN. The VIP section is quiet as I feel all four brother’s eyes on me. My body burns, and my grip around my clutch tightens so hard that my knuckles turn white, it’s almost as if it’s the only thing I’m looking to as an anchor. A low guttural laugh emanates from Zayden as he stands to his feet, and before I can do anything, two fingers are already on my chin, lifting my face so that I can look right into his deep crimson eyes. “Do you want to see how you look right now?” He asks, and my throat bobs as I swallow because I don’t need to look, but Zayden is already behind me, still holding my face so that I can see my reflection in the glass. I don’t recognize the woman that’s looking back at me, my face is beet-red, my pupils are dilated, and it’s almost as if I’m begging my husband’s best friends to take me right here and now. “Do you know why we kept on being friends with that pussy you call a husband?” Tristan asks, his hand on my thighs, nails digging deliciously into my ski

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MARIAN.My eyes grow wide at the sound of the voice, and I can hear my heart racing as if it’s desperately trying to tear through my ribs. My head still pounds, but the rest of my muscles feel relaxed, so I’m guessing the headache is because of how much whiskey I consumed.Running my fingers through my hair, I lift my gaze to see Zephyr sitting right in front of me, he’s lounging in a black armchair like he doesn’t only own it, but he owns the entire fucking universe.There is a small smile lingering on his lips, and my throat bobs as my eyes follow his long legs that are spread wide, those powerful thighs straining against his dark pants, and his icy blue eyes—my goodness, those eyes—lock onto mine with that lazy, predatory hunger that makes my stomach clench.I’d wanted to run off before any of them woke up, but who the hell am I kidding? I should have known that wouldn’t have been easy.These are the Dreadmoor brothers, of course they’re fucking different from my husband who sleeps

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MARIAN.His eyes stay on me, and it feels as though I’m in a staring contest with him, a contest I know all too well that I’m going to lose, and true to that, I did not just blink, but I also looked away.When he looks at me like that, I think in directions I shouldn’t. I start imagining things I know I shouldn’t, and it makes me feel like I’m not in control of my thoughts.“Another thing I wouldn’t want is another man seeing you naked, but if that’s something you’re into, I wouldn’t be opposed to it.” He adds, the smile on his face taking an even greater shape.My cheeks explode with heat. I glance down, and yes, I’m completely naked. My heavy breasts rise and fall with my quick breaths, nipples dark and stiff. Bruises in the shape of fingers decorate my hips and thighs.My pussy is visibly swollen—I had no idea I could see that much from where I’m standing—the lips parted slightly like they’re still begging to be filled.Despite the fact that they’d thoroughly cleaned me last night

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MARIAN.Zephyr is smiling at me, and I can see from my peripheral vision that Tristan is doing the same. I swallow, clutching the keycard before moving as fast as my legs can carry me to the door.I don’t say another word even though my body feels as though it’s burning, and there is a voice at the back of my head telling me that I’m making a big mistake walking away from the Dreadmoor brothers.But I shake my head at the thought as if that will make the thoughts fly out of my head. The only mistake I might have made was leaving the club with them, letting them fuck me.“Morning, Ma’am.” A voice greets me as soon as I step out of the building, and I lift my gaze to see a man standing in front of me. There is a sleek white car behind him.“Uhm—Morning.” I manage to say, running my fingers through my hair. It’s a surprise I’m not hungover, and the sun wasn’t affecting me.I squint, looking at the man first before looking behind me. “I—I’m sorry, you were talking to me, right?” I ask, po

7. Poisoned Echoes and Forbidden Throbs

MARIAN.“I was never attracted to you in the first place.”Malcolm’s voice rings in my head, reverberating through every part of me, loud and malicious, and I hate that even though I keep telling myself not to think much about it.Even though I’d gotten a little pleasure in tasing him, I still can’t keep the words from haunting me because it only indicates that ten years of my life had been for nothing.Those nights I stayed up late because he was sick and I was worried that something was going to happen to him. Those times I made sure to do things in ways that I thought he was going to love.I tried…. As hard as I could, doing everything I could and even going the greater lengths just to let him know that I was a good wife.Wasted years.I picked my phone back up, ignoring the tears in my eyes that threatened to break through the glass wall I’d built around it. I stared at my phone. I could call them now, and they would answer.They would make me forget all about Malcolm and his awfu

8. Collared by the Dreadmoors

MARIAN.“Yes, Malcolm. This pussy belongs to you! Yes. Fuck yes.” The female voice is loud, filled with obviously fake pleasure.I want to walk away and put this all behind me. I don’t care. I really don’t. Whoever Malcolm fucks now is none of business even though I’d stupidly given him ten years of my life.But, my stomach twists violently. Pain lances through my chest, sharp and hot, like someone’s carved out the last fragile piece of my heart and ground it under their heel.My eyes stings from tears that I’m desperately holding back as I clutch my purse, nails digging into the expensive leather.Ten years. Ten fucking years of pouring myself into this man, and now he’s balls-deep in some random slut while I’m still wearing the bruises from his grip. Tears prick my eyes, but I swallow them down, throat tight. It shouldn’t hurt this much—not after everything—but it does. It burns. My pussy clenches involuntarily at the memory of better hands, rougher, eight sets of them claiming eve

9. WETDREAMS GANGBANG.

MARIAN.Walking as fast as my legs can carry me into my safest space in this house, I slam the door to my private bedroom shut behind me, the heavy click echoing like a gunshot in the quiet space. My chest heaves, lungs burning as I lean back against the polished wood, fingers trembling against the cool surface.Closing my eyes, I try to steady my breathing, but nothing I try works, it’s almost impossible to get my pulse to normal.What the fuck was that? Why did they tell him they saw me? Why did they tell him I’m interesting?My chest won’t stop heaving. The necklace—their necklace—presses cold and heavy against my collarbone, a constant, mocking reminder of how thoroughly they’ve marked me.And worse, how I’ve let them.Running my trembling fingers through my hair, I pace a hole into the floor, thinking about what to do next. I should call them right now. Demand they stop this torment, tell them I’m still married, still trying to claw some shred of control back from the ashes of my

10. LETHAL CLAIM.

MARIAN.I force myself to stop thinking about the dream no matter how hard it is, I reach for my phone on the nightstand, and realize that I slept through all five alarms.“Fuck!” I almost shout as I rush out of bed and make my way to the bathroom, my stomach growls as I shower then I remember that I haven’t really had anything to eat. I didn’t even have dinner last night.I’ll eat at the office.I step out of the scalding shower, water cascading down my overheated skin like it could wash away the sin still pulsing between my thighs. Well, it doesn’t.My pussy is still slick, swollen, clenching around nothing as echoes of the dream lick at me—Aeron’s cock down my throat, Zephyr wrecking my ass, Zayden and Tristan stretching my cunt until I squirted like a filthy whore.Shaking my head as if the memory of that dream will dramatically fall out of my head, I bite my lip hard enough to taste blood, drying off with rough strokes that make my nipples tighten into aching peaks.“Get it toget

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