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My panicked breath slows ever-so-slightly now that both of them are touching me.
“Harper, nothing is going to happen to you. It’s just me and Finn. You’re safe.”
“I’m safe?”
“You’re safe. Focus on the sound of our voices.”
Deep breath in.
“The touch of our hands.” Finn’s hand slides over my hip and up my side.
Deep breath out.
“The feel of our lips.” Ronan softly kisses my cheek.
Deep breath in.
“The taste of our kiss.” Finn’s lips find mine, his tongue teases the seam of my lips, and I let him quickly ravage my mouth. When he pulls away, I find myself blindly trying to follow him.
Deep breath out.
While my heart is still racing, I find that my breathing has slowed.
“That’s our good girl,” Finn says against my lips before quickly kissing me once more.
I listen as his feet pad about the room when Ronan’s lips brush against the shell of my ear. “What’s the word, Baby?”
“Bubbles,” I whisper.
“You say it, and everything stops.”
He and I go through this every time. And while it may be redundant, I am always grateful for it. Because in a situation where I feel like I have no control, he’s reminding me that I’m the one who has it all.
“Yes, sir.”
Ronan bites down on my ear, and the pain causes an unexpected but very welcome wave of pleasure to pool between my legs.
I’m ready. I can do this.
As I listen to them move around the room, I find it hard to stop my thoughts from drifting to whatever is happening downstairs. There’s a heavy sense of shame and embarrassment sitting in my gut, even though I know it’s completely unnecessary. While part of me knows that it’s understandable why I wasn’t able to kill Logan myself, nor is anyone judging me for not being able to carry out such a gruesome act, the other part of me genuinely wishes I could have done it.
My mind starts to wander to everything that could have happened to me if I hadn’t gotten away, to everything that could still happen should Declan get to me. I have to force myself not to slip down that path, at least for now. Right now, I need to be here with them.
There’s no need to be afraid right now.
They’ll keep me safe.
Hands pull at the ties around my ankles. “We’re going to untie your legs, Angel.”
When both of my ankles are free, my immediate instinct is to bring my legs together, but I don’t. I keep them where they are, forcing myself to stay still until they tell me to move while doing my best to control my breathing. The sense of panic is still there, but it’s not quite as loud.
I’m ready.
I’m safe.
Cold metal touches my stomach, right above my navel. The heavy object moves up my abdomen and between the valley of my breasts. When it reaches the base of my neck, Ronan says, “Open.”
My lips immediately follow his command.
