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Authors: Lana Grayson
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gaze of my step-brothers.
Nicholas demanded my submission. Some orders were easier to obey than others, especially when commanded by two sexy, attentive, and demanding men. Max no longer frightened me, and I didn’t suffer the unfamiliar awkwardness around Reed. Now, my insides fluttered in different ways when presented before them.
Max bulked and lifted, forging a strength that threatened more than it protected. Dark, spiraling tattoos striped his chest…and lower. Max took pride in his ink, preferring the symbols to a designer suit. A Bennett didn’t use tattoos to intimidate, but Max possessed a darkness that forced my pleasure instead of earning it.
Not like Reed. Nothing about the sun-bleached surfer was menacing…unless I happened to fall for the dimple framing his charming smile and silken laugh. Everything Reed did was meant to earn my pleasure. His simple affection conquered me without Nicholas’s possession or Max’s flogger, and he did it with an expert’s precision.
I blushed under their attention. Both of my step-brothers honed their bodies to perfection.
And they planned to feast on mine.
Reed bundled my dress over my hips.
“Panties?” He groaned. “Really?”
I shrugged. “Gotta make it hard on you.”
“Believe me, Sarah. I’m plenty hard.”
Max’s voice lowered. “You’ve got orders from Nicholas, baby. No sense playing games.”
A strange thrill tickled over me. Nick left me to his brothers and expected them to do all manner of twisted and sensual things. He knew they’d fuck me, and he encouraged them to tease and fill.
Nicholas swore conceiving would save my life, no matter the man who did it. I expected him to bleed with jealousy, but he hadn’t. If anything, he took me harder, faster, more intensely than before.
Did Nicholas like sharing?
I shivered. A new warmth built in me, without the bite of the flogger or Reed’s skilled touch.
Did I like being shared too?
I did. Oh, what did that make me? I was the luckiest woman trapped in the unluckiest of circumstances. Each of my step-brothers offered me something vastly different. Reed’s attention was all for me. Max’s dominances awoke a dark and mysterious urge inside me. And Nicholas completed me, his every touch a hope that we could end the captivity.
Reed’s palm wove over my thigh, encouraging my knees to spread. He moved between my legs, lowering his lips to the hollow of my neck. I shuddered. Reed noticed. He winked at his brother.
“Doubt you need the leash,” Reed said.
Max wasn’t convinced. He waited at my side, letting Reed take control. They both forced me down against the table. I tried to close my legs, but Max slapped my thigh. My panties peeked, too white and innocent for the eager gazes of the men determined to taste, mount, and conquer me.
“The leash is half the fun,” Max said.
“You sure?” Reed’s finger brushed the tempting white of my panties. He teased the right spot, flicking across the sensitive area twice more. “I have her attention without slapping her around.”
“It’s not about the slapping.” Max curled his hand over my neck and squeezed. “It’s the control. Nick hates getting rough, but I had hopes for you.”
“Maybe I don’t need to be rough.”
“Don’t you want to dominate her?”
That shiver again. I knew Reed’s answer before he did. He whispered the truth in a thousand hushed desires and revealed his intentions only once we tangled together in an embrace that suffocated us in passion. My sweet and gentle Reed longed to claim me as badly as Nicholas.
But it tortured him to think of me that way—helpless and bound and completely at his mercy.
I shuddered. Nicholas was demanding enough. He’d never strike me to earn my obedience, just as he no longer bothered binding me to the bed with restraints. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t use them. If given the chance, my step-brothers would all tie me down fortheir enjoyment.
Nicholas loved me.
Nicholas demanded my submission. Some orders were easier to obey than others, especially when commanded by two sexy, attentive, and demanding men. Max no longer frightened me, and I didn’t suffer the unfamiliar awkwardness around Reed. Now, my insides fluttered in different ways when presented before them.
Max bulked and lifted, forging a strength that threatened more than it protected. Dark, spiraling tattoos striped his chest…and lower. Max took pride in his ink, preferring the symbols to a designer suit. A Bennett didn’t use tattoos to intimidate, but Max possessed a darkness that forced my pleasure instead of earning it.
Not like Reed. Nothing about the sun-bleached surfer was menacing…unless I happened to fall for the dimple framing his charming smile and silken laugh. Everything Reed did was meant to earn my pleasure. His simple affection conquered me without Nicholas’s possession or Max’s flogger, and he did it with an expert’s precision.
I blushed under their attention. Both of my step-brothers honed their bodies to perfection.
And they planned to feast on mine.
Reed bundled my dress over my hips.
“Panties?” He groaned. “Really?”
I shrugged. “Gotta make it hard on you.”
“Believe me, Sarah. I’m plenty hard.”
Max’s voice lowered. “You’ve got orders from Nicholas, baby. No sense playing games.”
A strange thrill tickled over me. Nick left me to his brothers and expected them to do all manner of twisted and sensual things. He knew they’d fuck me, and he encouraged them to tease and fill.
Nicholas swore conceiving would save my life, no matter the man who did it. I expected him to bleed with jealousy, but he hadn’t. If anything, he took me harder, faster, more intensely than before.
Did Nicholas like sharing?
I shivered. A new warmth built in me, without the bite of the flogger or Reed’s skilled touch.
Did I like being shared too?
I did. Oh, what did that make me? I was the luckiest woman trapped in the unluckiest of circumstances. Each of my step-brothers offered me something vastly different. Reed’s attention was all for me. Max’s dominances awoke a dark and mysterious urge inside me. And Nicholas completed me, his every touch a hope that we could end the captivity.
Reed’s palm wove over my thigh, encouraging my knees to spread. He moved between my legs, lowering his lips to the hollow of my neck. I shuddered. Reed noticed. He winked at his brother.
“Doubt you need the leash,” Reed said.
Max wasn’t convinced. He waited at my side, letting Reed take control. They both forced me down against the table. I tried to close my legs, but Max slapped my thigh. My panties peeked, too white and innocent for the eager gazes of the men determined to taste, mount, and conquer me.
“The leash is half the fun,” Max said.
“You sure?” Reed’s finger brushed the tempting white of my panties. He teased the right spot, flicking across the sensitive area twice more. “I have her attention without slapping her around.”
“It’s not about the slapping.” Max curled his hand over my neck and squeezed. “It’s the control. Nick hates getting rough, but I had hopes for you.”
“Maybe I don’t need to be rough.”
“Don’t you want to dominate her?”
That shiver again. I knew Reed’s answer before he did. He whispered the truth in a thousand hushed desires and revealed his intentions only once we tangled together in an embrace that suffocated us in passion. My sweet and gentle Reed longed to claim me as badly as Nicholas.
But it tortured him to think of me that way—helpless and bound and completely at his mercy.
I shuddered. Nicholas was demanding enough. He’d never strike me to earn my obedience, just as he no longer bothered binding me to the bed with restraints. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t use them. If given the chance, my step-brothers would all tie me down fortheir enjoyment.
Nicholas loved me.
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