When Daze lights his joint, he passes it to me and I take a puff. Then, he uses the lighter to spark the candle and I’m reminded how little romantic moments are what I love, and somehow through this sick and twisted night, this is the most romantic moment I’ve ever had.

“Do you need anything?” Taker asks, wanting to give.

“Are you in pain?” Blade wonders, his hands sinking in the water to skim the cuts he made on me.

Choke is too busy watching Kane rub my neck, making sure he’s doing it right. “Do you want to get out?” He asks when the water begins to cool.

When I step onto the bathmat, Blade wraps a warm towel around my aching body. They must have thrown it in the dryer. When they’ve got my hair brushed and pajamas on my body, they carry me to the bed, tucking me in.

The sun has long been up, and Jade should be here at any moment, but I don’t care. I can’t even think anymore.

I don’t protest when they all pile in to hold me, I’m too tired.

* * *

I wake alone in the bed, it’s over.

It’s finally over.

Or was it all a dream?

I stretch my arms out, feeling the pain of every muscle screaming back at me.

Nope, it definitely happened.

I hear shuffling downstairs, and think about running but instead, I shrug and stretch in my silky sheets.

What would I be running from? They didn’t kill me.

The five men walk back into my room, all wearing sweatpants and no shirts. The open curtains allow a sparkling stream of warm morning light to cast in and highlight their chiseled bodies. Kane has a tray in his hands, brimming with food. The other guys are holding various drinks.

Without saying a word, they place the tray in front of me.

I take a sip of the mimosa along with the two pain meds that Kane just handed me.

Blade cuts up my food.

Choke massages my legs, rolling smooth, gentle circles on my sore spots.

Daze pours a glass of iced coffee from the decanter, wanting me alert and awake.

Taker gives me food, without taking anything away.

And finally, Kane slides in behind me. His hand gravitating to pleasure me while I eat breakfast. I don’t stop him; I just indulge myself. Drinking the delicious mimosa and rolling my head back when his finger swirls on my clit. The taste of sweet pastries makes me moan, and I sink my teeth into peppered bacon for something savory.

Indulgence. That’s what all of this is.

The other guys don’t touch me in that way, and I already know why. Kane claimed me as his last night. He leans into my ear, “If you want me to stay, I’ll treat you like a queen all day.”