90-DAYS WET
It was a sound that had become the soundtrack to my life over the last forty-eight hours.
"Wake up, princess. Day three is starting, and you're already behind schedule."
Kade’s voice was a low growl above me. I looked up, my vision blurry, to see him standing there in nothing but gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips. He looked refreshed, dominant, and utterly unbothered by the fact that he was systematically dismantling his brother-in-law.
Beside him stood Brian and Ken, two walls of hairy, terrifying muscle. They looked like they hadn't slept a wink, their eyes roaming over my bruised, naked form with the kind of hunger that made my stomach do a slow, sick flip of excitement.
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