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Like he almost expected it.
Motherfucker.
I look away. I don’t want to see Dante’s perpetual good humor or, as he crosses his big arms over his chest, inked-up muscles bulging out enticingly, all the vibrant, beautiful colors that decorate the body I’ve started to get so familiar with.
I don’t want to think about how I’ve let myself imagine that one day I’d get the chance to trace those images with my fingers, my tongue. Follow the ink to more intimate places and let him tell me about what each tattoo means as we lay tangled together with smooth whiskey on our tongues and all the time in the world.
A stupid fucking fantasy.
And I don’t give a shit if both Dante and Logan know that Maddoc just fucked me, either. Theyshouldknow, since it means I’m not the only one he’s lied to. After all, he’s the one who made it off limits for any of them to touch me while he forced me to live here with them, the fucking hypocrite.
But the last fucking straw is when the silence stretches, the three Reapers engaged in some kind of stare-off, and I feelMaddoc’s goddamn cock start to swell, thickening against my ass like he just can’t help himself. Like he gets off on winning. On dominating me. On sharing that fact with his brothers.
“You fucking bastard,” I pant, coming back to life. Struggling against him again with renewed fury. “Get the fuck off me!”
I throw my weight to the side, then slam my heel back, aiming for Maddoc’s knee this time.
I connect, but bare feet don’t do enough damage, and he just grunts without letting me go.
“Get the fucking gun away from her,” he says to Logan and Dante.
They both close in, obeying him instantly, and I shout, bucking against Maddoc’s suffocating grip in a desperate bid for freedom before they reach me.
This time, I’m nottryingto fire the gun again, but I’m gripping it so tightly my hand is almost numb. Waving it around as I desperately try to keep the three Reapers from gaining control of it… and my finger is still wedged around the trigger.
When it goes off, the recoil slams my whole arm back, wrenching my elbow and flooding my arm with pain.
It was pointed at Dante this time, and something on the counter behind him shatters, shooting shards of plastic toward all of us like shrapnel.
“Jesus fuck,” Dante shouts, his body jerking when some of it hits him. Then he lunges toward me and grabs my forearm in an unbreakable grip, holding my gun arm away from my body as he stares down at me grimly, all traces of his charming humor gone. “Quit it, princess.”
Logan silently glides toward the counter behind him, picking up one of the shiny black shards of broken plastic. He stares at it, then lifts his freakishly pale eyes to mine, holding my gaze with an eerily blank stare for a moment. “We’ll need a new coffee maker.”
“Fuck your fucking coffee maker,” I pant, straining against Maddoc’s hold and kicking out at Dante’s shins.
Dante sidesteps without releasing my arm, and Logan blinks at me, then turns away and slips out of the kitchen with his precious piece of broken bullshit in hand.
“Drop the gun, Riley,” Maddoc says from behind me, steel in his voice.
His hot breath plays over the back of my neck and his fucking cock is even harder now, but I willneverdo what he wants. Never again.
I snarl, tightening my grip on the gun and flexing my wrist, trying with all my might to turn it and get the weapon to point toward either one of them.
I can’t.
Dante locks out my elbow and grabs my wrist with his free hand, then squeezes hard on some kind of pressure point that has my hand spasming open without my consent.
“You fucking asshole,” I hiss as the gun falls to the floor with a clatter.
Dante gives me a grim smile, kicking it away as Maddoc wrenches both my arms behind my back and locks my wrists together in one of his hands. Dante immediately steps in so that I’m sandwiched between them, trapped with my blood-smeared breasts heaving against Dante’s chest while Maddoc’s naked body is an immovable wall behind me.
“It didn’t have to be this way, princess,” Dante says, running his finger down my cheek.
I jerk my head back, glaring up at him with all the hurt-fueled hate in my heart.
“Okay,” he says, nodding. Then he looks past me, meeting Maddoc’s eyes with his trademark lazy grin back in place and a hint of a challenge in his bright green eyes. “So much for none of us fucking her.”
“And this is why,” Maddoc growls. “It’s a fucking distraction. She kissed me to divert my attention. Got me to fuck her so she could try to kill me.”
