"Erina's family sells her to a pack of wolves, she knows she's there for their pleasure to be used and then killed, at least that's their intention.
But what they don't know is that Erina isn't willing to accept that fate. She's determined to do whatever is needed to stay alive. The pack thinks they can just use her and throw her away, but when she's done with them they won't be able to survive without just another moment with her.
Because Erina doesn't want to be their broken doll, she just needs to be their perfect one.
Unfortunately for her, the pack isn't going to make life that easy for her. She's underestimated just what they could want from her and she's about to be pushed to her very limits and beyond for her mistake.
Her bid for survival is about to begin."

Their Broken Doll

　　Sandwiched between Lucas and Jack, they moved in unison, each focused only on their own desires. My thighs were sore as my muscles tensed under the electric over and over. I couldn't get away, I couldn't escape. Jack grinned at me, triumphant. "God, Prey," he whispered.


　　Lucas panted from behind. His fingers were busy holding my hips so he could get the fullest thrust, or he'd pull my cheeks apart, so he could go even deeper. His teeth found my neck, my shoulders, the shell of my ear. "Kitty," he whispered.


　　Norman stroked my cheek with the back of his finger. In his hand he held no toys this time, just himself. And I'd gotten enough of an eyeful of these men before to know that this next encounter wasn't going to be easy. But even still, my eyes were glued to the pink flesh bobbing in front of me. "Doll," he greeted, a smile on his lips, lust glazing his eyes.


Chapter 21