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Chapter Eleven

“Oh, no you don’t,” Blakely said, waving a rolling pin at them. It was the only weapon she could find. “You don’t get to break my door down and be all arrogant bullies.”

“Are we doing this hard way or the easy way, Princess? The easy way is you come to us. The hard way is we come to you.”

“You don’t dare come anywhere near me. Why don’t you three go and marry Elizabeth Margaret Bell-Thomas, Anneline Catherine St. James, and Audrey Cara Steward and leave me alone.”

“The hard way it is.”

Blakely just let herself go limp. She was heartbroken because she had done the godawful thing of falling in love with them. If she weren’t in love with them, she wouldn’t have resigned. She wouldn’t have escaped to the wilderness, prepared to catch fish with her hand and live out the days until she grew old.

Henry had already divested her of the quilt, picked her up, and then placed her over a long wooden bench that Asher had brought away from the window and positioned in the center of her living room.

She was immediately tied down with rope they found in the utility room, completely rendering her restrained. They worked so insanely fast that it had taken her that long to catch her breath.

“Okay, I don’t know what this is supposed to prove, but I want to be untied immediately, and I want you to leave my property at once. You have no right to be here.” Her voice started to falter as she watched Asher open a brown bag he had brought with him.

“We have every right to be where you are, Blakely. That’s what belonging to us means. Now, somewhere you decided to misinterpret things.”

“Misinterpret things?” She shouted. “You told your father you were ready to get married. He made me find you wives and set up romantic dates for you. I hope you have a wonderful time at the honeymoon destinations I picked for you.”

“We told him we were ready to get married. He incorrectly assumed who we wanted to marry.”

“We want to marry you, Blakely Cohen.”

“What?” she whispered, but Asher made her nervous when he removed a strange package from the bag. “But you’ll lose your land and titles.”

“We have more money than our trust funds are worth. Titles don’t mean much to us now.”

“But now we’re going to have to punish you. First, for fucking running away. Do you have any idea what it feels like not to be able to get to you, Blakely? We were ready to tear down the whole world looking for you.”

“Why?”

“Because we love you. We have loved you since the first moment we met you. Instantaneously. All at once. Forever.”

“We made it clear you belonged to us, but somehow that meant we were going to marry other people.”

“But—”

“No buts. You were supposed to trust us, and now you’re going to get ten stripes with my belt so you never forget who you belong to.”

“And then we are going to claim you. Properly. Our three cocks shared between your pussy and your asshole.”

“When we’re done with you, Princess, we will have eradicated every single doubt you may have had and all future doubts. And you will never, ever run away from us again.”

Asher came behind her, not only carrying his package but also a tube of lubricant. Henry reached inside the same bag and took out an even stranger item.

Both her mind and her body gave up on her. She couldn’t think straight. Her body only knew how to react to them.

“You love me?” she whispered, tears rolling from her eyes.

“In so many ways,” Henry said as he dropped down to his haunches in front of her. Wiping her tears and kissing her cheeks.

“You love me.” She said again, just because it sounded so right, so real.

But they meant to teach her a lesson.

She gasped when Asher filled her asshole with lubricant, massaging it into her never-before breached hole. His fingers dipped deeper each time, making her want to climb onto Henry’s lap, except she was tied down.

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