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For the life of her, she couldn’t understand why her body had created a dark glow around it. As if her fear were a form of foreplay. The unknown too had that effect on her.
Was she mad? They could hurt her.
Yes, they could.
They could hurt every part of her. But it wouldn’t only be her body that would be affected. Her mind and her soul were at risk too.
Nothing could have prepared her for the moment Rowan reached into the bag. She stopped breathing in utter confusion when he withdrew a piece of ginger, then another one much bigger. She might not know what to do with ginger, but she could recognize the vegetable if she saw one.
Why was there ginger root on the table? What did it have to do with her?
She took a step backward, her confusion increasing tenfold.
What were they going to do with it?
She whimpered in surprise when Cameron finally settled on a chair, closed the distance between them, and set it down behind her.
Panting now, she dared not breathe as his fingers brushed against the skin on her thighs.
He had his head lowered, and close to her face. She was dying on the inside from his nearness.
With exaggerated slowness, he pulled up the fabric of the T-shirt.
She gave a small sound of denial, but couldn’t stop him.
She was entranced. His breath whispered against her mouth, he was so close. He smelled like spearmint and the hints of his cologne caressed every part of her.
But he soon broke the spell.
Startled out of the haze he had wrapped around her, she gasped when he spun her around, one hand of his had bunched up the fabric of the T-shirt and he kept it secured as he forced her to bend over the backrest of the chair.
He had positioned the wicker chair with the seat facing the opposite direction. She was curved over the backrest and her hands rested on the seat of the chair.
“Wait a minute,” she started, trying to get back up. But Cameron had already pulled coils of rope from his pocket and with lightning speed, he had each of her ankles bound to the legs of the chair.
It wasn’t a standard-size chair. It was high-backed and broad which meant that he had to part her legs quite a bit to get them bound to the chair legs.
Oh God help her.
The position put her on full naked display. She was almost standing on the tips of her shoes, her back was forced to curve deeply over the headrest which put her ass in the air.
With her legs parted, her pussy was equally on full, unrestricted view.
By the time Cameron came around to her, she was unquestionably trapped. Every minuscule opportunity to escape vanished when, despite her still struggling in vain, he clasped both her wrists together then bound the rope around them.
Desperately, she tried to straighten her thoughts. She just had to endure whatever they had planned for her. It would be over soon and then she could work on leaving.
Except her brain couldn’t compute her thoughts properly. It was too consumed with the way the rope felt against her skin. The slightly abrasive feel when she pulled at it, reddened it and made her pussy throb.
The position she was in, undeniably embarrassing, also made her wetter.
There would be no mistaking just how wet she was. And the Carter brothers would be able to see just how drenched her pussy had become.
She was never going to survive this. Whatever this was going to be.
Chapter Eight
It was clear as day she was hiding something. Both Rowan and his brothers knew this.
