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It feels as if I’m an extra on the set of an action movie… my role is to be tied to the bed with my legs apart while two incredibly striking men, ribbed with power, try to tear each other’s heads off.

While Kai is big and heavy with muscle, and Agent Philips is leaner and less than an inch shorter, they’re matched strength for strength, but in different ways.

Agent Philip hauls himself headfirst into Kai, but the man remains standing. It’s so intense, their bodies moving with such fluidity and grace, and yet not one of them gets to land a punch on the other’s face without it being blocked. There’s no blood.

Furniture goes flying around the room. At one point, Kai has Agent Philips in what I think is a headlock, and instead of fighting for his life, Agent Philips takes a moment to look at me. Blood seeps into my cheeks. I try to close my legs, but it’s futile. He can see my pussy.

“Hello, Princess,” he says huskily, with Kai’s thick arm around his throat. But his gaze still darkens as it roams down my body before he kicks upward and manages to release himself from Kai’s hold.

If Kai is thunder, then Agent Philips is lightning. And yet it’s clear the only reason there isn’t a victor yet is because they both seem to know exactly what the other is going to do. As if they know each other. As if they know each other… really well.

What am I doing? This isn’t any of my business. I have my own problems. I should try to get myself out of these restraints and find a way back to my owndisastrous life.

I jerk furiously at the restraints, wishing I could miraculously get myself loose, get into a car, and get away. I don’t give up pulling at the binds on my wrists and my ankles. Argh, I need help. I need someone to help me.

At the precise moment of my silent plea, the door swings open for a second time.

I’m almost certain I’ve gone crazy. The tall frame, with broad shoulders, and his coat dusted with snow, stands in the doorway for a moment, taking in the sight inside the cabin before he steps in. He drops the bags he’s carrying to the floor against the wall.

I blink repeatedly, convinced I’m seeing things.

“Oh, hello, Princess.”

My mouth falls open. My left cheek burns. My bottom lip burns. Even the tendril of hair he touched and then tucked behind my ear burns. Those are the places he touched me. This man.

Coming toward me is the same man who saved me from falling into a puddle of melted snow after an attempted mugging.

This is no longer surreal. It’s downright nuts.

What the hell is going on?

Chapter Fourteen

Eason

Great, we’re all together again at last. I miss this. It’s been six months, after all.

I ignore the two men having a dick-measuring contest with their fists on the other side of the room and concentrate on the stunning beauty, cuffed to the bed, her legs spread open, and her perfect, so, so perfect cunt on display for all three of us.

“Daddy’s home,” I murmur softly as I make my way to her.

“Oh, thank god. Please help me. That’s Agent Philips; he’s with the FBI, and the other guy is a very dangerous man. They’re going to kill each other.” Her pleas are so fucking pretty; it takes every ounce of willpower inside me not to let my cock swell.

“You’re safe with me now, Princess,” I say, touching her cheek. She looks up at me with those expressive dark eyes of hers. Her thick, silky, waist-length, chocolate-colored hair is sleep-tousled, and I want to run my hand through the tresses, then wrap her length around my wrist. She breathes laboriously, her full, luxurious breasts rising and falling with every beat of her pulse. And I know, I just know that when she takes our cocks, she’s going to feel so tight, she’ll probably kill us before we come inside her.

“I’m going to get you out of these cuffs, all right? Those two buffoons over there,” I say, nodding in the direction of Kai and Alex battering it out. “Don’t worry about them. They’re best friends.” I take a moment to look at the restraints on her wrist. Kai, the bastard, has some intricate locking system going on with these cuffs. Nothing I can’t handle.

“They’re friends?” she asks, shock reverberating in her words.

“Yes, we’re all best friends, actually.”

“You… you know them?” she says in a small voice.

“I do. We grew up together in the same trailer park. We had the same kind of deadbeat parents, were angry teens, and then we got our shit together. Joined the military, did some really bad things, and now we’re here. We’d happily die for each other. We have that kind of bond.

“It is true. We’re closer than brothers. We probably wouldn’t have gotten through life without each other. But, here we are.”

I remove the cuffs on her wrists, then move to her feet. Fuck, she has the prettiest fucking feet I’ve ever seen. She squirms away, but the flush that glows on her skin as my gaze dips to her pussy is just too fucking gorgeous.

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