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Their eyes narrowed, and I could practically see the gears turning in their twisted minds.

"Luna," Jude growled, his voice low and menacing, "you're playing with fire."

"Oh, I know," I purred, arching a brow. "The question is, which of you is man enough to light my match?"

The room charged with tension, thick enough to choke on, as I walked over to the chaise. I had them right where I wanted them... drooling, desperate, and at my feet. I'd take my time, savoring every second of their torment.

"Come on, boys," I purred, reclining on the chaise, my legs crossed, displaying what belonged to the highest bidder. "Or should I contact the nearest charity? I hear there's a naked donation drive in town."

Their expressions were priceless, a mix of lust, fury, and something else... respect? I'd struck a chord, and I wasn't above plucking those strings like a damn harpist at Carnegie Hall.

"Fine," Jude growled, stepping forward, his eyes dark with need and a hint of admiration. "Name your terms, Luna Marlowe, and they're yours... for now."

Getting to my feet once again, I added, "Things are about to get very, very interesting."

Their eyes were glued to my every move as I sauntered a round of the room, giving them a peek at what I had to offer. Aunt Ruby's tarot deck was tucked safely in my bag, a reminder of the power I wielded over these beautiful monsters. I may be stuck in their isolated mansion, but I wasn't powerless. Oh no, I had my wits, my cards, and a craving inside of me that was demanding to be fed.

CHAPTER 3

LUNA

"Have a drink," Rafe demanded as he passed me a glass. "We’re listening to this proposal of yours."

The moment the liquid touched my lips, I sputtered. "What is this?"

"Diet Coke," he replied with a sardonic smile that had me leaning toward him, even though none of them had so much as touched me yet. "You've heard of it?"

"It's not exactly a gin and tonic," I grumbled, lifting the glass to my lips once again and enjoying the soda, feeling relief wash over my parched throat.

Had I really just offered myself to the Eliasson brothers? Hadn’t they all but said that was their intention anyway? Was I crazy to play into their filthy plans?

Here I was, snowed in with three smoking hot brothers straight out of my dirtiest fantasies. I had stripped down to my bra and panties at their request. And I was currently sipping on diet Coke, wondering why they hadn’t pounced on me yet. You really can’t make this stuff up.

"What's so funny?" Rafe's voice interrupted my thoughts, his deep, velvety voice making my toes curl. I looked up at him, his near-perfect features illuminated by the dancing firelight. Ihated to admit it, but the whole towering darkness thing he had going on was working for me... in a big way.

"Nothing," I sputtered, feeling heat creep up my cheeks. I took another gulp of the liquid, trying to quench the fire that seemed to be building between my legs.

Rafe chuckled, and before I knew what was happening, he was in front of me. His intense blue eyes bore into mine as he traced a finger down my cheek, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He leaned in, his cologne wrapping around me like expensive leather and sin, and whispered, "I think you're hiding something, Luna." His lips were so close, I could practically taste the heat coming off them.

The room seemed to spin as his hand found its way to my thigh. I was on fire. My brain short-circuited, and before I could even utter a spell to save me, his lips were on mine, hot and demanding.

We kissed passionately, as if there were no tomorrow, as if the world itself depended on it. His tongue explored my mouth, unraveling my secrets one by one. My hands tangled in his dark locks, holding on as if he were the only thing keeping me grounded.

He growled, sending a thrill through me. His hand moved higher, cupping my breast, and I moaned into his mouth, feeling more turned on than ever before.

Rafe effortlessly lifted me up and began to carry me away from the living room. I was too consumed by our kiss to pay much attention to where we were going. However, when he laid me down on a plush comforter and commanded, “Stay there,” I finally took in my surroundings and realized we were in a bedroom.

He laid me down on the large sleigh bed, his eyes never leaving mine. "Luna Marlowe, always off-limits," he growled,more to himself than to me, before disappearing behind a wall for a moment.

I tried to compose myself, but the anticipation was overwhelming. What was he planning to do?

He returned with a mysterious smile and a black silk scarf in his hand. "Don't move," he purred, and I knew I was in trouble.

He tied my wrists to the headboard, allowing some wiggle room but restricting my movement. "Now," he purred, straddling my hips and running his fingernails down my stomach, "where were we?"

His lips found my neck, trailing kisses down my collarbone and between my breasts. My breath caught as he sucked on my nipple through the fabric of my bra. Then, he pulled the cups down, exposing my breasts, and returned to teasing my nipple with a mix of gentle suction and skillful tongue flicks. He seemed to discover every sensitive spot I didn't know existed.

As if sensing the tension, Marcel and Jude appeared in the doorway, their jeans tented, faces flushed. Rafe looked up with a wicked grin. "Like what you see, boys?"

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