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Alaric shifts my attention when he skims his fingers down my skirt only to stop at the hem and trace the thin edge.
“Yes. We know everything there is to know about you. We know because you are ours.”
Shit.
I look between the three of them, but Alaric wins by a long shot. The brush of his beard over sensitive flesh has me sucking in at the feel of his warm mouth gliding over my abdomen.
“Alaric,” I gasp.
My skirt has ridden high, giving him full access to just about anything he wants, leaving me breathless as to his intentions.
He slowly peels back the edge of my skirt. My heart stops and then starts up again at full throttle.
“Alaric,” I breathe out breathlessly once again.
“Hm?”
I don’t know what I want to say next. I should tell him to stop. To get away from me. I have a million questions. The first being about my brother’s whereabouts.
Marco pulls out his phone and flips it around to show me a picture of myself. It was four years back. The day I walked into the new home Wolfe provided us. Like I said, back then I didn’t know about his life choices, bad dudes, or the illegal money he earned. Back then I had blinders on. Once I did discover his job, he made me swear to stay away. Because I owed him so much. I did. But that didn’t stop me from looking up his three bosses and forming a crush on the handsome men who didn’t know I existed.
“That version of me in that photo is dead. I had hopes of opening my own boutique, becoming my own boss, and owning my own life. Look at me now. I don’t even have control over my own body.” As soon as the confession leaves my lips, I feel silly. Stupid dreams and goals. What would these men who are made of money understand about either? I tug on the bindings wishing I could cover my face.
Surprisingly, Ryth asks, “Why didn’t you come to us?” He looks honestly confused and a little hurt. “We would have helped, no questions asked.”
Ryth strips off his suit jacket. It gets tossed over a nearby chair. The one Alaric wrapped me in back at the club is currently flung across the edge of the bed from when Marco ripped it off me. I didn’t make tying me up easy on any of them. Their tousled hair and Alaric’s ripped shirt are evidence of that.
“As in asking the mob bosses I was ordered to stay away from for a loan? I made a promise I wouldn’t. I don’t know how it works for mafia guys, but I keep my word.” I try to shrug but the ties make it a little hard to move. “Wolfe was against it. Said owing you three is something we never wanted.”
Alaric cups my face, his thumb just below my jaw. I can’t help but lean into the warm, gentle touch a little. Again, I’m only human and the physical contact is…nice.
He nods toward Marco’s phone. “We’ve watched you since the day that picture was taken. Waiting for our time. And now we finally have you.” Alaric strums the taut, silk holding my hand securely to the left bedpost. He traces the cloth past the knot securing it, down my arm, and over my breasts.
Marco recreates his friend’s movements only on my right leg while Ryth does the same to my left. Neither of the men stops until they are at the edge of my skirt. I’m spread wide open and frankly, they could do anything they wanted to me.
I shiver when their warm touch slides under the edge of my skirt to touch either side of my panties.
I inhale sharply and try to close my legs. It doesn’t work. Hardwood groans and creaks, but doesn’t break.
“Fuck you both,” I grit out with little heat. I don’t know who I am angrier at. Them for tying me up, or me for liking it way too much.
Ryth’s laugh is dark, twisted and a perfect window into what he’s thinking.
Focus, Nyx. Don’t let them get to you.
“Just because you took it upon yourselves to ‘watch’ over me—which is, by the way, creepy as fuck—doesn’t mean I’m going to fuck you, you…” I turn a hard glare on Alaric, “or you.”
His devilish grin tells me I just made yet another mistake. I don’t know how many that makes, but it’s going to cost me. No one defies them. And I just did and added one helluva challenge.
Change of topic. “Tell me where my brother is. That’s all I want. And then I’ll tell you where I hid the evidence. You want it. I know you do. Why else would you chase me down and kidnap me.”
Ryth grins.
They almost look proud of me. It’s a glimmer on their faces and then the curtains to their true thoughts slam shut and I get the arrogant asses once again.
“You don’t dictate how this will go.” Marco’s voice grows darker when he speaks this time, slightly edgier, almost irritated. My lips quiver, drawing his gaze and what he does next lures a gasp of shock from both of us.
He’s beside me, pushing his fingers into my loose hair. He lifts my head as he kneels over me. The kiss is nothing short of electrifying. He sweeps in and caresses his warm tongue over mine. He tastes of forbidden lust, bad ideas, and a good time.
