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“Crawl to him.” Connor jerked his head towards Reid. We watched as Violet dropped to all fours. Her hips swayed as she moved forward.

I couldn’t resist slapping her round ass, but she didn’t look my way, which was fine because I couldn’t pull my gaze from where her skin was turning pink. I watched my hand print fade away and knew it wouldn’t be long before I put it back.

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Reid

Iknew my brothers were in the room. Knew there were people outside the locked door. I was aware of the low hum of music; of voices. But all I saw was Violet as she crawled across the floor towards me.

Her shiny black hair as it slid in front of her face, grazing over her swollen pink lips. The deep flush in her cheeks as she moved seductively. I didn’t know where to look.

The sway of her breasts poking out of the top of her dress. The enticing movement of her hips. The peeks of her round ass as she dipped her head in shyness.

None of them kept my attention. Not like her eyes. Those vivid green eyes. The ones that held so much pain. So many dark memories. But not right now.

Right now, they were bright. They burned with lust. With longing. And I ate it up. Craved the desperation in them. The fire that was aimed at me.

Her lips parted, letting out a slow breath as she stopped at my feet. Her hair grazed her shoulders as she sat up on her knees. The fabric at her waist stretched, revealing brief glimpses of her pussy. That wouldn’t do. I wanted it all.

“Take off your clothes.” My voice was gruffer than it should have been. I found the thread of my control slipping with her.

Her tongue flicked across her bottom lip and I wondered if she could still taste my brothers there. If it turned her on like it did for me. It probably shouldn’t. It’s not that I wanted them; we were all straight.

But there was something about watching them use her. Listening to her needy little sounds. Seeing how far we could take her. How much she would give to us.

Her fingers trembled in a way they hadn’t with them as she reached for the hem of her dress. My cock hardened further as I watch her expose more of her creamy skin as she pulled it over her head.

Her glistening pussy. Her flushed tits. Her delicate neck.

My gaze raked up her body until I was looking into those eyes again. Those goddamn gorgeous eyes. The ones that captivated me from the first moment.

There was something so familiar about them. But not like I knew her. Like I felt her. Understood her.

I couldn’t. This was temporary. Sex to help her heal. Sex while we kept her safe from her brothers. Just sex.

My mouth watered as she tossed aside her bra, baring her dusky pink nipples. They pebbled under the attention. My eyes did another sweep of her body. She was soft and petite. But I saw the strength in her spine. In her gaze as she stared back.

Her breath ghosted across my skin as I grasped her chin, tilting her head up. “Every fucking inch of you is beautiful.”

That’s when her gaze drifted away. When her spine practically collapsed. Her shoulders rounded.

That wouldn’t do.

I gripped her tighter, forcing her to look at me as I demanded, “say it.”

She’d already learned not to disobey a command.

“I’m beautiful.” Her voice was softer than usual. Her eyes not meeting mine entirely as some of the brightness in them dulled.

“Good.” I ran my thumb along her jaw as I dropped my hand. “Now we just need to make you believe it.”

She swallowed like she was pushing away a retort. I’d rather she fight me. It would give me a chance to show her what happens when she defies us. To teach her how we saw her.

Another time.

I settled back in my chair, watching the expressions on her exquisite face as I took my cock out. A part of me wanted to demand she do it. Wanted to feel her smooth palms on my skin. Her tentative hold as she gripped me.

But that was too much contact. Putting my cock in her mouth was already further than I’d let any woman go in years. I couldn’t stop myself, though. I craved her too badly. Needed to be a part of her.

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