Eve woke to sunlight streaming through unfamiliar windows and a body that felt like it had been hit by a truck.
Every muscle ached. Her throat was raw. And between her legs, she was sore in ways that made her blush even though she was alone.
Alone.
She sat up carefully, wincing at the protest from her abused body. The massive bed was empty except for her. The sheets were tangled and....she looked away quickly...stained with evidence of last night.
Last night.
Memory flooded back in vivid detail. Three men. Multiple orgasms. Complete and utter surrender.
Eve pressed her hands to her face, not sure whether to laugh or cry. She'd survived her first night with the Blackwood brothers. Barely.
A soft knock interrupted her spiral. Before she could respond, Mrs. Blackwood entered carrying a
