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Seriously though, if we don’t know her but she clearly knows us, that changes everything and makes this even more dangerous. For her. Does she know who we really are?

Another thought jumps into my head. Did she break into the wrong cabin, maybe? Probably not. That would mean she picked the entirely wrong mountain to start with.

This is going to be so fucking interesting. We’ll play her game until her next move. And when we say we’re going to play her game, we mean that in every sense of the word. She wants to be our girlfriend. We’ll show her exactly what that entails. Until she cracks.

But fuck, kissing the golden-eyed, dark-haired beauty with her lush lips and intoxicating scent... Hell.

That had been her first test to break her. She was supposed to push us away. Not feel like a piece of treasure, we immediately wanted to lay claim to. Own. Protect. Devour.

But fuck, the taste of her lips, like candy, now runs through our bloodstream. The feel of her, like satin, her curves hot and addictive as she dissolved against us, became our obsession. In short, she fucking combusted in our arms, took us down with her, changed the natural trajectory of our planned lives, and gave us each an immediate case of life-threatening blue balls.

Yet the absolutely stunning woman infiltrated our family, lied about being our girlfriend, and hadn’t come clean yet. No, “I’m so sorry. This is a big mix-up.” Instead, she continues playing her game and lets us kiss her. Fuck.

Who is she? What does she really want with us?

The only thing we know is her first name. Madisyn. It would take us one phone call and less than five minutes to find out everything there was to know about her. But where’s the fun in that?

There’s a storm outside, bound to become a raging storm by tomorrow, according to the weather reports. And she’s trapped inside here with us. We have all the time to do this the long way, the hard way.

By the time we’re done with her, Madisyn, our girlfriend, is going to tell us everything.

One thing is absolutely certain, though: we’re not letting her out of our sight.

Ever.

Well, that’s a decision Ren and I have already made. We’re keeping her, no matter what. If that’s not the scariest decision we’ve had in all our lives. But Tristan? He’s not yet sure. He’ll need to break her down first. For now, he’s keeping his options open, whether he’s going to break her defenses, her neck, or join us in laying claim to her body, her mind, and her soul.

Interesting times ahead for sure.

Chapter Seven

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