“You don’t want to?” she asked.

Shit. What was she doing? She shouldn’t try to guilt him into doing anything that he didn’t want to do.

“I mean, you don’t have to. Although I could use some help. Rescue me!”

“Rescue you?” Roman appeared more shocked.

“She’s being punished for not telling us that she was having nightmares and that’s why she keeps waking up and is unable to sleep. Apparently, she didn’t believe it was important to tell us something like that,” Salem told Roman.

Gulp.

Roman’s face grew stern. “You’ve been having nightmares.”

“Bad ones,” Alexei said, holding her still when she tried to smother him with her pussy.

“I really think we could talk about this later,” she said desperately.

"She was in the midst of a nightmare and hit her head against Alexei’s and scratched me.”

There was the guilt again.

He was like an old friend who came to stay and then never left.

Total dick move.

“Please,” she cried. “I won’t do it again.”

“I’m glad to hear that. You shouldn’t have done it in the first place,” Roman told her.

“You’re meant to be rescuing me,” she replied.

“And you need to let us take care of you. What . . . what would you like me to do?”

“Whatever you like,” Salem told him. “Now, baby, I want you to tell us what you need from us when these nightmares happen.”

“I don’t . . . I don’t know.”

“Comfort? Touch? No touch? Hot chocolate? Kisses?” Roman asked.

“All of the above. And not to feel trapped,” she added.

“Done,” Salem said.

Alexei drew her back down to his mouth.

“Does that mean I get to come now?” she begged.

“Not yet, baby,” Salem told her

Oh, he sounded all sympathetic. But she didn’t think he was since he was half the reason she was so turned on.

And where had Roman gone?

Had he deserted her in her hour of need?

In the back of her mind, she was trying to remind herself that he might not be comfortable with all of this and that she shouldn’t push him.

But the front of her mind and all of her body didn’t care about that! They wanted him.