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Pressing hard against her cunt, I concentrated on her swollen nub as I ground my rock-hard erection against her luscious cheeks. Soon she was pushing back against me, grinding her pussy onto my fingers, her breaths coming in short, panting gasps as she took her pleasure unabashedly.
Bailey sobbed when I pinched her clit between my fingers, her entire body shuddering as she came. She went limp in my arms. I wasn’t far behind, my cum exploding against her ass.
Fuck. She was beautiful when she orgasmed, and she made the cutest fucking sounds. Small whimpers and little mewls.
Like a kitten.
A kitten who needed a collar.
Keeping one arm around her for support, I rinsed us both off before reaching around to shut the water off and grabbing a towel that hung over the shower door. With quick, thorough strokes, I rubbed her down. She didn’t protest, her eyes barely open as she struggled to stay awake.
I knew this wouldn’t last forever. She was docile now, but come later, I had no doubt our little kitten would show her claws. A slight tinge of regret streaked across my conscience at having taken her like that so soon. Especially knowing she was partially inebriated, but there was no going back now. Bailey needed to learn she was mine.
And Seamus’s.
She belonged to us, whether she liked it or not.
It was the only way we were going to be able to keep her alive.
* * *
I tucked Bailey into my bed, drawing the covers over her naked body. There were plenty of clothes—either mine or Seamus’s—to dress her in, but having her naked when she first woke would serve as a reminder to her.
She wasn’t the one in charge here.
That, and what sane man wouldn’t want a woman like her running around his room naked and at his disposal?
Tilting my head, I took a moment to study her, my eyes roaming over her form and taking her in. Touch was a completely different sense from sight. Each sense told me something different about her. My touch told me how soft she was. How pliable. It told me she had scars running down the right side of her flank, the whitish marks barely visible beneath her light caramel skin. The only indication she had any were the raised bumps beneath my fingertips.
What were they from?
How had she gotten them?
Why did I care?
Her voice was gentle when forced into submission, but those fiery moments delivered a delicious edge. She wasn’t used to being told what to do. Bailey was no doubt used to being the one in control, but that didn’t stop her body from sensing an apex predator. It wanted her to submit to me; it was her mind that was holding her back.
That would soon change.
Her long raven hair spread out over my pillow in stark contrast to the white linen that lay beneath. Quietly, I sat in the wingback chair just a few feet from the bed and tugged her purse into my lap. Some of the men had brought up the belongings she’d had in her car.
She’d been running from something. Or someone.
Bailey hadn’t been lying when she’d stated her car had broken down in the parking lot. A quick once over from Patrick, our resident mechanic, had confirmed that. One of her spark plugs had been dirty and split. It was years older than the practically new ones installed around it.
Patrick didn’t need to confirm what I’d already guessed.
Someone had wanted her to break down.
But why?
Grabbing my phone, I snapped a quick photo of her driver’s license before sending it off to Bridgett, our tech guru and personal hacker. I needed more information on the raven-haired siren. Something other than what I knew about her as a reporter.
A reporter…Cac.
I wondered how Father was taking the news that we’d kidnapped one of the city’s most popular investigative journalists. Jaysus, he was going to kill us.
Groaning a sigh, I set those thoughts aside as I dug further into her belongings. There wasn’t much. A recorder that belonged to the worst side of the nineties. It had a cassette tape and everything. Shit, where had she even gotten this relic? Better yet, why would she use this piece of shit when digital ones were readily available? Not to mention phones.
