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“You don’t have to tell us any secrets,” Salem said hastily, no doubt reading the murder on her face. “But we do need to know about anything that is a threat to you. You could have badly hurt yourself, baby.”

She stared at the mark on his neck, then over at the red spot on Alexei’s forehead.

She had hurt them. And it could have been worse than this. She could have really harmed them.

Guilt filled her, flooding out the anger.

Darn it.

She’d liked the anger. She hated feeling guilty.

“I’m sorry I hurt you. I really didn’t mean to.”

“Shh, no one is blaming you. We just want to know what is going on. We just want to take care of you,” Salem told her.

“I don’t deserve you guys.”

Alexei scowled and smacked his hand down on her outer thigh. “Those are spanking words.”

“Well, you already gave me a spanking for no reason, so I guess I’m in credit.”

“Not the way it works, Bunny,” he told her in a low voice. “There is no savings account for spankings.”

That was just rude.

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“Tell us what we can do to help,” Salem told her before leaning down to lick across her nipple. “Then you’ll get to come. Then I’ll fuck you the way I know you want.” He slid two fingers deep inside her.

“And Alexei? He always says no.” She sent Alexei a sad look. “I don’t think he wants to fuck me.”

“Aww, poor Bunny. Do you need my dick?”

“I always need your dick,” she told him longingly.

“Not sure you deserve it, though.” He reached down and added his fingers to Salem’s.

Holy crap.

Four fingers inside her. It was almost too much. On the point of pain.

“And I don’t think you’re ready. I’m not going to risk hurting you.”

“You won’t!” she cried.

“Not if I stretch you for him first,” Salem said. “Then he will be able to take you without worry of hurting you.”

Oh. That sounded perfect.

“I’m going to get you all ready for Alexei to fuck you. But you have to tell us what’s going on so we can help you in the future.”

“I . . . I . . .” They were moving their fingers in tandem now. One would thrust in deep while the other drew his fingers out.

God. She couldn’t take it.

How was she meant to think? To function?

“What can we do to stop the nightmares, baby?” Salem pressed. “What should we do to make certain that never happens again?”

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