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LANA.

The pain gnawed at me like a relentless hungry beast that was insatiable. It was like a fiery blade that sliced through my senses and left unhealing scars. I couldn't get it out of my head, the turns that they took on me; trying to force my pussy to accommodate their dicks. I wanted it out of my head. I hated that all I could think about was the heart-quenching pain. A draining force that sapped my strength and will.

I needed something to replace it. My head was echoing the memory, it was overthinking all of it. Almost as if these men had taken my virginity. I was scared and at the same time hated myself. Alexander's touch made it a tad bit better so I realized that I could never hate my mate. If he did it, there was no way I would hate him or hate myself.

“Fuck me… touch me,” I said.

“Fuck me. Touch me. I... I want to feel something that's not as unpleasant as that. Please, Alexander.” I raised my head and looked into his eyes, pleading with him not to say he couldn't t