~Vivian~
They moved me toward the bed, three sets of hands touching, exploring, and worshiping my body. Every kiss, every touch felt like coming back to life. Nathan had made me feel worthless, unwanted, broken. But here, with them, I felt desired.
"So beautiful," Damien whispered, his hands reverent.
"Perfect," Ian agreed, his mouth tracing patterns closer to my inner thigh.
"Ours," Nico said firmly, and something about the possessiveness in his voice made heat pool in my stomach.
“I’ll have the cookie today. Wait your turn the next time,” I heard Nico say as he positioned himself between my legs.
My phone rang then. I instantly knew it was Nathan because that was the ringtone I’d made specially for him when the going was good. I reached for it automatically, but Nico caught my wri
