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SEVENTY-ONE
Eden
After spendingthe night going over the plans for the new restaurant, I’m exhausted.
I’m also bouncing off the walls at being back home. And horny as hell. Although that will have to wait, because I needsleep, and the boys are way too involved in their conversation about the restaurant—I don’t want to disturb them.
I grin as I recall the looks on their faces when I asked Will to grab something from the boot of the Uber that dropped me at the restaurant earlier tonight, only for him to find my suitcase. It was all I needed to know to convince me I made the right decision.
“I’m heading up,” I say to the boys, before giving each of them a kiss.
Emerson winks at me. “Night, baby. It’s nice to have you home.”
“We’ll see you soon, Sunshine,” Will says, smirking at me like he knows something I don’t.
I wave him off, and head upstairs to change into my pyjamas. Then I climb into bed, a smile on my face, the images of my two beautiful men playing over and over in my mind as I drift off.
Heavy footsteps.The creak of a door opening. I jolt awake, pressing a hand to my chest to settle my racing heart. A light sheen of sweat covers my body.
Maybe I dreamt up the noises. God, I hope my night terrors aren’t starting up again.
That would suck.
I rub my eyes and blink a few times to clear my eyesight. It’s so dark, I can’t see my hand in front of me.
It feels like only minutes ago I fell into bed, but it must be well after midnight, the quiet taking over the house.
I yawn and roll over, closing my eyes again, until something is shoved over my mouth—a hand—and a sharp object is pressed to my throat, sending my heart hammering in my chest again.
My scream is muffled by the gloved hand, and I kick out, thrashing my arms and legs to free myself.
The lamp on my bedside table is switched on, and within seconds I’m able to make out not one, but two hooded figures hovering near me—one keeping me pinned to the bed, the other at the end.
And just like in a horror movie, a gust of wind blows through the open window, separating the curtains enough to let in the glow of blue light from the moon. It reflects on something metal flashing in front of my face.
Is that a knife?
Again, I kick out and claw at the sheets to get as far away as possible.
I can’t see their faces because of the black balaclavas they’re wearing, and even as it dawns on me that this is play time, I can’t stop the shakiness of my limbs or my need to run and hide.
“What do we have here?” The man at the end of the bed says as he yanks me by my feet and drags me towards him.
I’m unable to move, and my vision blurs for a few seconds, dizziness taking over. I blink rapidly, and once I’ve regained some semblance of what’s happening, I pull my legs back and kick out over and over, striking the man in the chest.
He stumbles backwards slightly, and shakes his head, tutting at me. “Now, now,” he says, humour in his tone. “That’s no way to treat a guest. Although”—he grabs his crotch—“I love it when they fight. It just makes my dick harder.”
The man next to me leans down to press his exposed lips to my ear while he runs the tip of the knife over an erect nipple. “Want to play a little game of hide and seek?”
Yes.
My body shakes, and I’m unable to speak. All that comes out is a small traitorous whimper as I shake my head violently.
“My favourite,” the taller one says, rubbing his hands together. “Promise you’ll love it. But just so you know, I’m great at seeking.”
They share a laugh, until they stop abruptly and the tension in the air grows heavy, leaving only silence, and the sound of my blood rushing in my ears. My chest rises and falls so quickly, I’m surprised I haven’t hyperventilated yet.
Then the one to the left of me leans down again, a wicked grin on his face. “Run.”
