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“Yo!” Sas barked and snapped his fingers until I glared daggers at him. “You playing or what?”

“I’ll watch,” I uttered like it was a compromise.

I couldn’t leave her to them without ensuring she was well and happy with this situation. I needed to be ready to protect her if something went awry. Those, at least, are the things I told myself as I leaned against the wall.

“No,” snarled Sas.

Graff snapped back his hand as though he had overstepped. But the order was for me.

Adelina whimpered on the table and turned her head left and right, searching for absent touch.

“Not from there, Uncle.” Sas pointed to the far end of the table, his eyes hard with the order.

But I didn’t hear Sas.

My right eye and ear twitched as I heard my old C.O., Colonel Hayes after I’d just lost three soldiers to a car bomb:“Sit your ass, Captain, and listen up.”

“No,” I said, more to the voice in my head than to Sas.

However, the VP cocked his head as he stared me down. “No? Who do you...”

That I was already moving for the chair quelled anything else he had to say.

Taking the chair opposite where Adelina was, I turned it around and straddled it, leaning onto the back. I also knocked twice on the table. She wouldn’t hear it, but perhaps she could feel it and be reassured that she had someone there to watch over her.

When I folded my arms again and rested my chin on my wrist, Sas asked, “Do you like the view?”

I studied her face behind the blindfold, desperate to make sure she wanted what Sas was clearly intent on doing to her. But, at the same time, I liked it more than I wanted to admit. The black blindfold against her creamy skin with just a hint of olive, her arms tied down and her body exposed, and her heavy brown fall of hair spread over the wooden surface.

She was perfection all tied up in a sexy little blue-ball-inducing package.

“Yeah,” I rasped out, then cleared my throat and admitted, “I do.”

Chapter Twenty-Nine

ADELINA

Something had changed.

The air in the room had a different charge once Sas tied my ankle to the table leg. The touch on my side and over the lines of my tattoo came gently. Not Sas’s rough handling of me, but. . .

Graff?

And then he traced the still-tender lines of the flower, pressing tenderly along the lines. Definitely Graff. I leaned into the touch until it suddenly disappeared. Then, I whimpered and writhed on the table trying to get it back.

Were they really both here? And I was going to lose my virginity to not one, but two men? Total opposites, but both so enticing in their own ways. The thought of them both seeing me like this made my inner walls clench hungrily, needing to devour what they could offer.

A double tap on the table vibrated through my body, and I stilled. Not knowing where that came from. Was it Graff trying to calm me more? Sas was probably barking orders at him, telling him not to touch.

That was fine. Just the fact that he was here, watching, drove me insane with need.

“Sas?” I asked, then, “Graff?”

Nothing came back to me—no touch and no sounds other than the gush of blood rushing past my plugged ears. I yanked against the ropes and squirmed, but I wasn’t getting free.

I wanted to touch them as much as have them touch me, but I was helpless now. A victim, some would say. So why the hell did this helplessness make me so much wetter?

Another smack landed across my ass in a line and the sting had me mewling like a cat in heat. Then, a finger traced the line of my ass crack, down my slit, and pausing with pressure on my clit.

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