29. Violet
29
Violet
M y chest stuttered as I sucked a deep breath into my lungs. My skin was hot and sticky from sweat and their collective release. I waited for the nausea. But it never came.
All I felt was a burning need for more. I craved it.
As they stared at me, gauging my reaction, I observed them. Looked for judgment. Hatred. For their lust to turn into disinterest.
But I only saw acceptance. Affection.
Maverick grasped my chin, turning my face to his. My heart beat harder, but he didn’t seem bothered by the other guy’s cum on my skin. “Did you like being owned by us?”
I should’ve been embarrassed. Disgusted, but I couldn’t find it in myself. Not when I was the one who’d done this to them. Who’d made these strong, confident men fall apart. Made them crazy for me.
The power of it settled inside my chest. Gave me another piece of my broken soul back.
“Yes.” I gazed up at him through my lashes as I told him the truth. “And I want more.”