Page 46 of Room Six

He steps back and peels off his wet shirt. Scars litter his broad chest. Some are fresh and still pink and puckered. Others I am familiar with. But the one dressed in stitches fills me with questions I should not want the answers to.

“Looks like you pissed off someone who didn’t care how much you bleed. What happened? Did you get in a fight with a lawnmower?”

“Something like that. He moved as fast as the blades on one.” I hear the stunned awe in Danika’s voice.

“Brother, catch.” Rune throws the end of one rope to Oliver. He catches it, but I tug it free and work quickly to gather the end before he can tie it off. But I’m not fast enough. He latches onto the end and locks me to a hook secured to a support beam.

Too busy with my right hand, I fail to notice my left. Danika is already tying the rope off when I tug and fight my restraints.

Rune captures my right ankle and Oliver my left. I have no hopes of escaping and they want me to know it.

“Stop pulling and fighting or you will tear your tender flesh.” Warm lips and stubble glide over the slope of my cheek. Callused hands reach around me to grip the flesh of my ass. Rune presses his body into mine. From knees to tits our body heat mingles. But more than that, his cock teases me with the memory of past pleasures.

“Give us a chance,” he whispers. He steps back, releasing me to sway in place. Hot caresses of his gaze glide over my bare breasts and then farther down to land on my flat abdomen. A flicker of pain settles on his face. It’s there one second and then gone the next.

My brain says make the asshole pay, but my body morphs from cold to hot in less than three seconds.

I know what he’s thinking, but he doesn’t say a word. Instead, he steps back and pops the buttons to his shirt one at a time. He drags the wet material off his body before dropping it to the floor.

I’m spread wide for anything they want to do to me. I can’t close my legs or cover my breasts. Heat flashes over my skin. I want to rave to the gods of old and new for the injustice committed against me. But the hard edges of my breasts and the heat in my core undermine my anger. And he notices in a big way.

He comes back to stand in front of me. He takes my face in his hands, but instead of kissing me he falls to one knee, wraps my hard nipple with his lips and sucks.

I grow weak in the knees and Oliver is behind me, catching me before the ropes support my full weight.

“Easy, Lia, don’t hurt yourself,” he murmurs gently. “Just enjoy the pleasure he wants to give you. There will be no more pain. Not after tonight.”

“Then let me go.” I work hard to keep the tremble out of my words. Whether it is out of fear, the drop of adrenaline in my blood or arousal I don’t know.

Danika crosses the shed and gathers a bag by the door. He comes back in front of me and drops it with a cocky grin on his face.

“When I get out of these ropes, I’m going to prove I’m not such an easy push over and then I’m going to find Raja and make him pay, too.”

Danika’s tight expression says he doesn’t entirely believe me

Oliver gathers my hair and moves the wet strands from my face and shoulder. Teeth scrape over tender flesh. “That is not the threat you make it out to be, baby. But before we can see how much you missed us, we have to talk.”

Rune drags the edge of his nose over the apex of my thighs with a growl of hunger. I’ve heard it enough times to know when the man is hungry.

“Rune.” Danika tries to stop the man, but Rune isn’t listening. There’s enough slack in the rope on my ankles that he can anchor a leg over his shoulder. “God, I missed this. I missed you, Magnolia.” His eyes hold mine as he drags his tongue through my folds.

My head falls back to land on Oliver’s shoulder. His arms come around me and he takes my weight so the ropes don’t have to.

“Rune, please. I can’t do this.” And stay whole. I want to say, but I can’t let them know how much power they have over me.

“He will not stop until you come for him. Give your lover what he wants and then we can talk.”

Danika comes up beside me and he takes my mouth in a hot, claiming kiss. Like Rune, he doesn’t ask. He simply takes what he wants and everyone else be damned.

My heart hurts for what we once had and they tossed away. Tears burn my closed eyes. It’s hard not to let them fall. Too hard.

Hot streaks slide down my cheeks. Danika breaks our kiss. “Shh, beautiful. Everything will be okay. I promise.”

I want to fight his words and the effect they have on me, but Rune is destroying my focus.

He licks, flicks and bites. Juices spill. I ride his face, my release flickering to life on the fringes of my control.

Oliver reaches around me and drags a finger through my juices and then gently eases the digit into my warm channel as Rune sucks on my clit. Together they work me until my breath turns ragged and I am no longer fighting them.

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