TWO WEEKS INTO THE CONTRACT
Eve woke to the sensation of being filled.
Not gently. Not slowly. But hard and deep and overwhelming.
Her eyes flew open with a gasp to find Damian already inside her, his gray eyes locked on her face as he thrust into her still-sleepy body.
"Morning," he said, his voice rough. "Did you sleep well?"
Eve couldn't answer. Could barely breathe. Her body was still sore from last night's brutality, but somehow it was responding, welcoming the intrusion, clenching around him eagerly.
"She's so wet already," Damon's voice came from beside her. "Even asleep, her body knows what it wants."
Silas's hand tangled in her hair, turning her face toward him. His c**k was already hard, pressing against her lips. "Open."
Eve opened her mouth, and he pushed inside, groan
