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“When I take you, Ryth…I’m going to take you all fucking night. You’re going to be my favorite fucking toy…my wet, perfect plaything, aren’t you?”

The moment my mom’s footsteps faded on the stairs, I whimpered, coming hard against his hand.

“You’re going to learn. Fuck me, you’re going to learn,” Caleb whispered, sliding his fingers from inside me. “I’m going to think about fucking this beautiful mouth tonight…I’m going to come tasting you on my fingers.”

He released my hair and smoothed down the strands, then leaned forward and kissed the top of my head. Then he straightened, opened the pantry door, and stepped out, leaving me shaking and weak…wondering what the hell just happened. My belly wasn’t howling anymore. Instead, I felt exhausted, my body humming and throbbing, still feeling their fingers and Nick's mouth.

I’d only ever had my own fingers…and the urgent thrust as I came in the darkness of my own bedroom. But this. This was consuming. I pushed against a shelf to stand straight, then slowly stepped out, making my way out of the kitchen as the front door of the house opened and Tobias came in.

He took one look at me, then turned his head, catching the fading thud of his brother’s steps before Caleb’s bedroom door opened and closed. But he said nothing, just watched me with that seething anger that both wanted to hurt and consume me all at the same time, before I quietly hurried back to my room.

I flicked off my bedroom lights and climbed under the covers.

I had to be careful now…

And it wasn’t just Tobias I needed to watch out for…

It was all of them.

TWENTY-TWO

ryth

“That looks wonderful.What do you think?” Mom stood back, looking at the dress now that it’d been tucked and pinned. “Will you have it ready in time?”

“Of course, Mrs. Banks,” the seamstress nodded and smiled.

“Mrs. Banks,” I repeated. “Already?” I turned to her, finding darkness creeping in outside over her shoulder.

It was getting late, and the bridal shop was staying open, just for us. I guess it was just another one of the perks of being Mrs. Banks. And she loved it, loved her new friends, loved her new lifestyle. One so completely different from the one she'd had with me. Her phonebeepedagain for the eighth time in the last five minutes.

“Just trying it on,” Mom shrugged, laughing at some message from one of her new friends, who were actually the wives of Creed’s friends. “I’ll be using it for good in another week.”

I ground my teeth at the words. She even looked different. Gone was her natural brown hair, the same shade as mine. Now she was a honey-ash blonde with highlights. Even her clothes were different. I stared at her nude-colored, mid-thigh, strapless dress and heels that drew your attention to her long legs and small waist. She was dressed to party. I guessed that was her life now. Parties and a brand new husband. The only thing that stayed the same was me. I opened my mouth to ask about dad and the lawyers, but she looked so happy in that moment…and I didn’t want to ruin that.

“You like him, right?” Mom narrowed in on the flare of my jaw. “I mean, he’s been kind.”

“Yeah.” I stared away, avoiding her gaze. “Creed has been cool.”

“And you like living there, in the house?”

My stomach was in knots as I reached up to the zipper at my back before the seamstress hurried forward and tugged, pulling it down. “I like the house just fine, mom.”

“And the boys seem to have taken a liking to you. Creed said how proud he was how they’ve taken you under their wing.”

And into their bed.The words resounded in my head.

“Which is why I’m not so worried about leaving you for the week.”

I stopped, then spun to face her. “Leaving? Why?”

She smiled, letting out a small bark of laughter as she lifted her third glass of champagne. “Ryth…for my honeymoon, silly. You didn’t think I was going to get married and not want to celebrate it, did you?”

Her honeymoon…

Her goddamn honeymoon.

Blood rushed from my face as my pulse spiked. I hadn’t thought about that. I’d been so busy.You have until the wedding, Ryth.Tobias’ warning pushed into my head.

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