Page 82 of Tempted By her Daddies

“Without any consequences,” Roman added.

She’d never had someone look out for her like this. Treat her like she was delicate. They handled her with so much care that if she was a different sort of person, she might have welled up.

But crying wasn’t an option for her.

Not ever.

“I understand. But I’m tougher than you think.”

“Of course you are,” Salem told her. “You’re very strong. But that doesn’t mean you don’t need care and attention.”

“And boundaries,” Alexei added. “You can handle the three of us? Dating us? Having us Dominate you? Daddy you?”

“Daddy me? I’m not sure that’s an actual phrase.”

“Sure it is.” He ran a thumb over her lips. Then he leaned in and kissed her.

Oh. Boy.

The man could kiss. It was insane how quickly she became putty in his hands. She melted into the kiss as his tongue played with hers. As he completely brought her under his control.

And that’s when she realized the full danger of these men. Because they could so easily take her over. And she was unsure she could or wanted to resist.

When he drew back, she whimpered and pressed forward.

“Uh-uh,” he said. “No more pleasure until your punishment.”

“What? What for?” she sulked.

“Oh, look at her lower lip,” he said as Salem sat next to him on the couch. He turned her so that her foot could rest up on Salem’s lap.

Roman found the ice pack and put it back on her foot.

“Very cute. Unfortunately, that won’t sway us from what we need to do.”

“But I don’t need to be punished. Rome?” She turned to look at the one who she thought would be on her side. Who wasn’t the disciplinarian.

“Oh no, you don’t get to play one of us against the other,” Alexei told her sternly, turning her face back to his with a frown. “That’s very naughty.”

“Very.” Salem was frowning too and suddenly she felt terrible.

There were actual tears threatening when she’d thought she’d long since had the tears beaten out of her.

“Sorry.” She hunched in on herself. Guilt filled her.

So naughty.

She waited for their angry words. Maybe even for them to get physical with her.

“Tamsyn?” Salem asked.

“Bunny, what’s wrong?” Alexei demanded. “Is she having another panic attack?”

“Hey, look at me, darling girl,” Roman said. “Look at me.”

She couldn’t resist the soft demand in his voice as he turned her head toward him. “No one is mad at you.”

“Are you sure?” she whispered. “It seems like they are. And they probably should be. That was naughty of me.”

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