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I tightened my grip, lifted my gaze to Tobias’, and whispered. “I’m…I’m going to come.”
“Not yet you aren’t, little mouse,” he forced through gritted teeth and took the stairs faster, then headed for Nick's room. Footsteps echoed behind us before the door closed.
Then it was just them and me…
The only difference was, this time I was sober.
“Protection this time.” Caleb shot Tobias a glare.
“You okay with this, princess?” Nick stepped closer, gripped his shirt and peeled it free.
My pulse was out of control. I wanted to crawl into the corner and hide. But there would be no more hiding, no more denying what my body craved.
“Say now,” Caleb urged. “Tell us what you want, and it’ll happen.”
I jerked my gaze to him. “You mean, no sex?”
He shrugged. “If that’s what you want. Or if you just want Nick to go down on you, or if you just want one of us to take care of you. It’s up to you.”
The three of them waited. I lowered my gaze. They were ready, hard…and oh so greedy. “I…I want.” I glanced at Tobias, finding that cruel spark shimmering under the surface. “One at a time. I want to feel you, want to know you.” My cheeks burned. “I want to see you.”
The corners of Tobias’ lips curled as he yanked his shirt off.
“That’s our girl,” Caleb grinned.
I came alive under the praise, that pulse between my legs throbbing as Tobias shoved down his jeans. His cock was thick and hard, bouncing against his abdomen as he neared. But the moment he leaned forward and slid his hands along my thighs, I caught sight of his bloodied knuckles.
Panicked snatched me away from desire. I grabbed his thumb, lifted his hand, and met his gaze. “What the hell happened?”
“Nothing,” he answered, giving nothing away. “Just a minor disagreement.”
I winced, staring at the split, raw skin. “Doesn’t look minor to me.”
“You haven’t seen the other guy,” Caleb disagreed coldly.
God, these men were pure testosterone, from the muscle cars, to the looks of ravenous desire they fixed on me, to bare-knuckle fistfights with God knows who. I lowered my head, lifted his hand, and kissed the torn, bloody skin.
He was in pain…
If not now, then he had been then. I didn’t like that, not at all. A sudden flare of rage tore through me as I stared at his injured hand. “Did you beat him…” I met his gaze. “Did you hurt him?”
“Yeah.” That deadly shine shone brighter. “I did.”
“Good.” I lowered those poor hurt fingers to my breast, and watched his thumb brush my nipple, drawing a ragged breath free. “Good.”
He bent low and kissed me, pushing me back on the bed, pride so close to that threatening trait I knew in him.
“You still hate me?” I had to know.
“Do you want me to?” he asked, leaning over me, caging me in.
Part of me wanted him to. It needed him to, like there was a role we all played here, and this…this cruel, predatory mask was his. “Yes,” I whispered.
He grinned, then his fingers on my breast pinched, hard enough to draw a sharp gasp. “Then I do, more than ever, little mouse.”
That longing in me came alive with his words.
“And I’m going to take out my anger on your body. I’m going to fuck you, little sister. Whenever and however I want, you got that?”
