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She bet.

“Once you agree to be ours, I’m locking you in my room and not letting you out.”

“Why wait for my agreement. Why not just do it now?” she asked sarcastically.

“All right.” He stood and reached for her.

“No! Shit! That was sarcasm!”

“But you made sense. I should just bring you with me.”

“You’ll end up arrested on kidnapping charges.”

“Only if they catch me.”

“Owen. No.” She kept her voice firm. She didn’t think he would actually do it. But then again . . . she wasn’t totally sure that he wouldn’t.

He was unpredictable enough that he just might do it.

But to her surprise, he eased back. “I’m staying.”

“All right,” she said tiredly. She really didn’t have the energy to fight him on this. Reaching up, she rubbed at her head.

He gently removed her hands and rubbed at her temples with his fingers. Whoa. They were skilled.

“Sit up,” he ordered.

“What?”

“Do as you were told, naughty puppy.”

She hesitated.

He cupped her face between his hands. “Do you think I will do anything to harm you?”

“No. But it will hurt when we say goodbye.”

“You won’t trust me when I say you won’t have to?”

“It’s not a matter of trust.”

“It is. Trust. Me.”

She let out a small whimper. She wanted this so badly, she could taste it.

“Say you’re mine,” he demanded.

“I’m not.”

“Say it,” he growled before he took her mouth with his. It was a kiss filled with dark possession. She felt completely owned by him.

And the thing is . . . she liked it.

She craved it.

Being owned by this man would mean that she’d always be safe. Even if he was insane.

He drew back and nipped her bottom lip. “Say you’re mine, baby girl.”

“If I don’t?” she asked.

“Then I might have to punish you.”

“What? Why? How?”

“You forgot who and where. Perhaps I’ll tie you to the bed and then strip off every piece of clothing. Then I’ll lick my way down your body until I get to your pussy. I’ll eat you out for hours. Taking you to the edge, then pulling back before you go over. You’ll be writhing, begging me to let you come. But you won’t get to come until you admit you’re mine.”

Jesus. What a picture he painted. It couldn’t happen. There were guards on each of her doors. Something she thought was crazy, but Caleb had insisted. For tonight, at least.

Although she thought they might be terrible at their job considering Owen snuck past.

“What are you thinking?”

“That the guards on my door must be pretty shitty.”

He let out a low chuckle, surprising her. “Wasn’t expecting you to say that.”

“Umm. Didn’t really mean to say that out loud.”

“They’re actually not incompetent. I’m just that good,” he whispered. “And no one other than my brothers know just what I can do and the lengths I’m willing to go to in order to keep what’s mine.”

“I know about your crazy.”

“Yes, and now you know. And it makes you fucking hot.”

“How do you know?” she asked, her heart racing. He couldn’t know that, right?

There was no way.

“I can tell in the way your breath hitches. The little sighs you make. If I touched your pussy right now, would you be wet, baby girl?”

This was so dangerous.

Yet, she knew she couldn’t lie. She didn’t have it in her to pretend anymore. Not in front of him. In front of them.

She ran her hand over her face tiredly, wincing slightly as she scraped the cuts on her hand.

He ran his hand lightly over her body, resting it on her pussy. Just that slight touch through the bedding warmed her from the inside out.

“Well?”

“Yes,” she said. “I like your crazy. I like you. All of you.”

“Good girl. Good things happen to good girls. But you need to stop stressing and let me worry about everything.”

“Jonathan won’t like this.” Although he was the one pushing her at them, so maybe that wasn’t a worry.

Maybe the fact that he seemed okay with her being around them was the thing she should worry about.

“I don’t give a fuck what Jonathan cares about. And if he becomes a problem, I’ll take him out.”

She sucked in a breath. He wouldn’t, would he? With Owen it was hard to know.

Living in the moment wasn’t something she could ever remember doing.

But wasn’t she the one who earlier had been lying in bed, missing them, wishing they were with her?

“You’re worrying. I’m going to have to start distracting you.”

She gazed up at him. She’d thought she was exhausted before, but right now there was just nothing left in the tank.

“Let me in, baby girl. Let me help.”

“You’re a bulldozer.”

“Nah, that’s Judd. I’m the bogeyman in the shadows you never saw coming. I’m a monster in sheep’s clothing.”

Lord.

Well, at least he knew who he was, right? That meant he wasn’t too crazy. Or was she just telling herself that to make herself feel better?

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