“It’s just us,” Colt whispers. “Pretend it’s just us.” Leaning my head on Colt’s shoulder, I close my eyes and try to do what he says. James isn’t here. He’s not doing this. He has nothing to do with this. It’s just us. Slowly, my pain eases, the tightness in my chest, the screaming in my brain. It all eases little by little the longer I block out James’s commands and focus instead on what I’m doing, what we are doing. I won’t even think about Nix. Only Colt and me. It almost feels normal this way.

“Give it to her.” There’s no blocking him out completely, especially not now, when he’s nearing the end. “Fuck her hard. Fill her up.”

I place my hands on Colt’s shoulders and dig my fingers in tight as he starts fucking me harder. Nix works his finger in and out in time, and god, I feel so dirty, so ashamed. That shame only worsens when the heat that already started to build, thanks to the friction against my clit, blooms into something hotter, stronger. No, I am not going to do this. This is not going to happen. I’m not going to give them the satisfaction. I grit my teeth and ride it out, reminding myself how much I hate all of them but James most of all. The filthy, twisted pig.

“Get up. Now.” I can barely make sense of what James is ordering me to do, but Colt understands. He lifts me off him and practically throws me onto the couch, where I land on my stomach. A hand presses against my back—I don’t know who it belongs to. I only know James is now out of his seat, crossing the small space between us, fisting himself faster, faster.

I close my eyes and bite my lip, holding back a cry of pure humiliation as the three of them come across my ass. It feels like it’s never going to end; their groans, their satisfied sighs as they milk themselves all over me.

But then it ends because it has to, and all I can do is be thankful it’s over.

Unlike last time, James doesn’t say a word. I’m glad. I don’t want to hear his voice again tonight.

Eventually, something touches my ass. Fabric. Probably my shirt or something. “Come on. Get up.” It’s Colt, his voice flat. When I lift my head and dare to look around, I find it’s just the two of us, and my clothes are balled up in his hands. My thighs are so sore from all that work, but I fight to get on my feet, following him up the stairs to my room.