Seventy

Isobelle

The boys slouched with their legs apart, their cocks pointing to the ceiling. They sucked shallow breaths through parted lips, their hooded eyes stalking my movements. It made me feel desired, and that was as sexy as hell. Gone was the meek, demure girl I used to be back in England. Coming here was much more than just a journey of self-discovery, learning of my family heritage, and gaining four husbands. This was about me growing as a person. Discovering the she-wolf within. I felt liberated, strong, and confident. Finally, I was taking charge of four mouth-watering beasts and owning them. Yes, they kept a secret from me. I could have thrown a hissy fit, trashed the house to piss off Alex, smashed Mason's precious guitar, burned down Lucas's shed with all of Grayson's porn stash inside, but that would be petty and childish. I was better than that. There were other ways to make a grown man suffer.

But first, I want to have some fun.

"Mason, let me see your new tattoo," I insis