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She needed Lawson to feel complete. Although it didn’t matter now. She had broken down completely, now that the burden of her blackmailer had been lifted. Thanks to them. And she had acted on base instinct. She wanted to feel their touch.

But that was over now. Lawson had rejected her. She needed them, all three. Or none of them.

She showered and changed, sticking with her designer wear and heels even if she had chores to do. She just had to get through enough days, show she had grown from the experience, and hope they would release her early. For good behavior.

She still needed a backup plan. Their pickup was her ticket out of there. When the time came, she would act accordingly.

The chores she hated to admit, had become a little easier, and the manual work soothed her.

She had just fed the dogs when she looked up and saw Lawson coming toward her. His stride was long and purposeful. Her breath staggered as her gaze slid over him.

Tall and lean but so unmistakably muscular, his body was the perfect combination of lethal and sexy.

She drowned in his soul-searing gaze the split second before he grabbed her, one arm around her waist, the other hand cupped her cheek.

Her breathing was so laborious, she clutched onto his T-shirt for support.

His mouth descended on hers. She cried out at the contact, at the wave of immense heat that rolled over her whole body.

Lawson kissed her until she was willingly opening her mouth wider for him as he explored her with his sweeping tongue. Her knuckles turned white from the iron grip she had on his T-shirt. She whimpered as his hand slid down to her ass and he pressed her against the roaring hardness of his cock.

“I want to see inside you, Sienna,” he rasped against her lips.

She didn’t know what that meant exactly, but when her gaze locked with his, she knew she would step off a cliff if he commanded it.

“Say yes,” he growled, his teeth searing the side of her neck.

“Yes, please. Yes,” she said lost in the oblivion that was him and his brothers.

He stalled, looking into her eyes, before he released her, then taking her hand he dragged her along.

She couldn’t keep up with him, so he scooped her up and carried her into the house.

He walked with her down the passage. A tingly whisper of fear rose up her spine as Cameron held a door open to what looked like an underground cellar, she didn’t even know existed in the house.

Lawson carried her down the stairs to a well-lit room. Rowan was already there, standing like a god with his hands in his jeans pockets. She could feel the visible tension in the room and it was layered with something else too.

She was going to be their plaything. They were going to be her predators.

Chapter Thirteen

Sienna’s gaze flitted all over the room. She wasn’t that naive not to know that the equipment in the cellar had nothing to do with wine but everything to do with submission.

Submission.

The word on its own, just saying it in her head made her wetter.

She glanced at the odd-shaped furniture. The benches came with restraints and cuffs. The chains that hung from the ceiling made her shiver. The selection of crops and whips and canes and floggers all hooked on the wall in a dazzling display of dominance made her swallow down hard.

She shivered as she tried to imagine what each one would feel like against her ass. Toys filled other shelves and there was even an examination table, like the ones found in medical facilities.

But she stopped dead in her thoughts as her gaze swirled toward Lawson. He stood washing his hands in a basin not far from what she knew was a dentist's chair.

Her belly caved inward. If she weren’t wearing panties and shorts, she’d be dripping down her thighs.

“Take your clothes off, Sienna,” Rowan ordered her.

She hesitated for a moment before obeying him. She slipped off her top and shorts and her shoes and then stood in her matching lace and satin underwear.

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