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“She tried to escape. Got to the tunnel door before Cerberus got her. They took her to your room though so I’ve had to tie her to the bed.”
My cock stirred at that. She was tied to my bed?
“Got it,” I said, remaining calm and not at all wondering if she was naked. “Is she hurt?”
Ren chuckled. “You should ask if we’re hurt. That woman knows how to kick. She took out one of the boys with a shin kick like never before.”
I sighed as I headed down the tunnel and toward the woman who had gotten the best of Ren.
Not a lot of women could say that.
Paisley
The sound of water running woke me up. I looked up and found my arms tied to the head of the bed. I pulled at the binds, which were a soft rope that didn’t rub my wrists as I moved, but they were tied properly. Everytime I moved one arm, the other went up higher.
A door to my left opened and I looked over as a cloud of steam left the room and dissipated. Halen was standing in the doorway, freshly showered and with only a towel wrapped around his waist.
His well defined waist.
Oh shit.
Zane didn’t look this good naked. His eyes looked over at me as he padded his way across the room to a chest of drawers on the other side.
“Oh good, you’re up.”
“You fucker,” I spat. “You can’t get a real girl so now you’re going to rape me and tie me up so I can’t escape?”
He turned around so quickly, I thought his towel may have come loose but it stayed clinging to his toned body. I didn’t blame it really. I’d love to cling to that body.
Halen made his way to the end of the bed, and looked down at me. I couldn’t help but look at the wet hair that curled over his forehead just like a young Elvis Presley. It was such a dark color compared to Zane’s that you’d be forgiven for thinking they weren’t related. My eyes moved of their own volition down to those finely toned abs, the crease of his six pack was visible over a tanned chest. My legs were becoming tingly, nerves shooting sparks up and down my inner thighs and my pussy coming to the party.
No, Paisley, this guy was the devil.
Why was it always the bad boys?
“I thought you were in love with my brother?”
My eyes shot back up to his, and I felt embarrassed but instead of looking away, I kept my eyes on his.
“I never said I loved him.”
His eyebrows lifted slowly, surprise evident on his face.
I rolled my eyes. “Men always think we fall hard after one bang. There’s more than one reason to sleep with a man over and over.”
“And what’s that?” he asked, clearly interested.
“He’s a means to an end, Halen. I just want out.”
“There are other men who can help you with that. Why Zane?”
“That’s my business.”
He shrugged and headed back to his chest of drawers and pulled out a shirt and pants. Halen moved back to the end of the bed and watched me as he pulled at the knot of his towel and it dropped to the ground. My eyes desperately wanted to look down but I fought to keep them trained on his eyes.
That little annoying smirk he had appeared as he stepped into his pants and did them up. I celebrated a victory when I noticed I had not looked down, no matter how badly my brain was telling me to.
“Why do you need to tie me up if the door is locked?” I asked him, looking past him to the double doors. He turned, and when he did, I saw how the muscles in his chest and hips turned with him. Oh dear god.
