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He doesn’t wait for me to respond before he slips his muscular body out of the car with all the grace of a predator.

My heart starts to beat painfully against my chest at the thought that someone in that house is about to die. But I’m more shocked at how Callen can go from protector of the innocent to cold-blooded killer in one afternoon. He’s just shown me who he is in two moves.

Ten minutes later, he returns, and there are no signs on him that he took a man’s life.

I don’t say anything, and neither does he. We drive in silence all the way to their home and my prison.

“Thank you,” I murmur before I hurry out of the car and upstairs to my cell. I take in some much-needed air. It’s the first time I’m completely alone, by that, I mean the first time I’m free of Callen’s eyes on me, stoking a deviant fire in me that I didn’t know existed, confusing my mind so utterly that I couldn’t think straight.

He made me think he was a hero, and then he showed me he was a killer in his next breath. Still, my body finally gets to breathe, and I sigh in relief.

After peeling off my clothes in a daze, I step into the shower immediately, washing off my emotions, yet I can’t stop thinking about what would have happened to little Hazel if it weren’t for Callen. And then I think about the man Callen had just killed for being an informant.

I also keep telling myself that one weighs much more than the other. Saving a child from being trafficked means more than killing a man for being an informant. Dear god, these are thought processes I never thought I would have in my entire life.

Still, I don’t know what to make of my time with Callen, but I soon decide there’s nothing to make of it. They’re my enemies. They’re keeping me against my will. They married me against my will. I’m a pawn in their power game with Kirill Yenin. Nothing more.

As I step out of the shower, I’m at once conscious of how warm it is around me while outside the weather has turned for the worse. Again, I’m so relieved that Hazel and her grandmother are in a house with warmth, food, and comfort.

I find a pair of brand-new underwear that fits me perfectly, and then I slip into a soft knit long-sleeved slip dress.

It’s only then that I notice that I still have Callen’s suit jacket and that I slipped his ring into its pocket without thinking. The ring his grandmother gave him. The one he didn’t want to get blood on.

I need to give it back to him.

It takes me another ten minutes to orient myself in this massive house before I find their bedrooms.

The first bedroom I step into––because the door is open––smells woodsy and spicy. I immediately know it’s Deacon’s room, but I don’t know how I make that connection. It’s just natural and instinctive. My body trembles as I remember his touch.

The next room has a deep but fresh citrusy smell, and I know without a doubt it’s Mason’s. More wetness clings to my pussy, and my clit starts to throb so hard that I have to press my thighs together.

When I finally come upon Callen’s room, the fragrance of amber and musk hit at the same moment that Callen emerges from his bathroom with nothing, but a towel wrapped low on his waist.

My gaze rushes down the length of his body, his chest sculpted to perfection, and his abs nothing but layers of brick. I can’t help but notice the considerable bulge that the towel barely conceals, and my pussy, already wet before I entered his room, is now drenched.

Rooted to a stop, refusing to take a step further into his bedroom, I hold out his ring for him and his jacket in my other hand.

“I forgot to give this back to you,” I say, completely flustered.

Callen strolls toward me. My breath dies in my throat. Automatically, I take a step back.

“Are you afraid of me, Livia?” he asks as he grabs me, takes his jacket, and throws it across the room. He effortlessly and smoothly pins me against the wall in his bedroom while I’m still holding his ring. He lowers his head, his mouth inches from mine.

“Yes.” But it’s not for the reasons he thinks I’m afraid of him. He touches my cheek, and I moan. He lowers his hand and lifts the hem of the dress I’m wearing until I feel his hand on my thigh, traveling up on my bare skin to the vee between my legs.

It’s everything about the three of them that scares me. They’re so different, but I can’t seem to separate them. I just can’t. So there I stand, my breath erratic pants as Callen pushes aside the underwear. A shameless gasp leaves my lips as he strokes his knuckle down my pussy.

“Fuck,” he growls, and the sound he makes in his chest unearths that unknown side of me.

My pussy starts to pulse, and my clit swells under his touch. I’m too weak to control myself and too far gone to respond differently.

Callen flicks the towel off his waist. The heat of his body and the enormous size of his cock engulf me. I’m momentarily taken back to when they took my virginity. My pussy pulses with the memory of feeling their hardness inside me.

He picks me up off the floor so that I’m in line with his cock, and then he grasps my right leg and lifts it so that it rests against his hip, opening my pussy for him.

Desperation catapults through me. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I keep myself open for him. The instant he guides his cock to my entrance and then uses the broad head of his shaft to part my folds, I cling to him with both my hands.

Callen thrusts his thickness into me, stretching my flesh all over again to take him. But my body is already familiar with the feeling of having them inside me and eagerly softens for him.

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