| JANE’S POV |

In an instant, their hands were on me, gripping with a rough, unhesitating force that left me breathless.

The bearded man withdrew from my pierced pussy with a wet, slick sound, the sudden emptiness tearing a gasp from my throat.

In one fluid motion, they flipped me onto my stomach. The rough hotel sheets scratched my naked skin, and my face pressed into the mattress.

I turned my head to the side, dragging in ragged breaths as the bearded man’s hands clamped onto my hips, ...