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“Promise you’ll always hold me,” she grumbles. I don’t think she has any clue what she’s saying right now, but I give her what she needs.

“I promise, Arya. I’ll always hold you.”

Chapter 13

Arya

I woke up alone the other morning with memories of what I did. I’m not ashamed. I was hot and horny, and they were there.

In fact, they’ve been around a lot more lately during the day. I don’t mind it. I guess they are starting to grow on me. I’ve learned more about the three of them over the time they’ve been here. They share things here and there, and I have to say they aren’t as bad as I thought they’d be.

I wrap a towel around my body and one around my hair after my shower and reach for the doorknob. As soon as I step into my room, I see Denz lying on my bed with my thong twirling between his fingers.

“What the hell are you doing in here?” I ask ignoring him and walking to my dresser.

“The gala is tomorrow.”

“And?”

“You’re still going, right?”

“Yeah, I am. Why? You backing out?”

“Not a chance in hell. I get to see your ass in one of those sexy dresses.” I can feel the blush creeping up my cheeks at his words, but I ignore him and go about finding my underwear.

“If you want to see my ass, all you have to do is ask, Denz.” I hear the growl that comes from his throat, and I can’t say that noise doesn’t make me wet because it damn sure does.

“Is that right?” Instead of making the man beg, I reach behind me and slowly pull the towel up until my ass is visible to him. Denz moves quickly, coming up behind me and slapping his hand on my ass. I yelp, but damn, does it feel good.

“Look at my fucking handprint glowing red on your ass,” he muses. I peer at him under my lashes over my shoulder as his hand rubs the spot he just hit.

“You like spanking girls?”

“You. I like spanking you.”

“And your brothers?” I ask, wondering what the actual dynamics are between them. They didn’t seem to mind sharing me the other night, and I sure as hell didn’t mind being shared between the four of them.

“What about them?”

“Would they spank me, too?” Denz shakes his head, wrapping his hand around my waist and pulling me into his hard body. His cock is hard, pressing into my back, and the thought of sucking it for him crosses my mind.

“No. Harlon would take care of you. Give you everything you’ve ever wanted, and then hold you close.”

“And War?”

“War would hunt you down and mark your body. He’d make sure everyone knew he’d been there.” I’m nearly breathless when I ask the next question.

“And you?”

“Me. Hmm. I would give in to every little fantasy you had. I would tie you up and force you to come when I wanted you to,and not until then,” he coos in my ear. My body shivers from the idea of any or all of them doing that to me. They’re all so different, but each has something I crave.

“So you would torture me?” I ask as his lips slowly dance over my shoulder.

“If that’s what you want to call it. I call it delayed satisfaction,” he whispers, nipping at my shoulder. Heat coils inside of me when someone knocks on the door. Denz pulls away from me quickly and turns, heading toward the balcony. I glance over my shoulder and see he’s gone. When I walk over and open the door, it’s to see my mom standing there with a dress in her hand.

“Good. You aren’t dressed. I need you to try this on,” she says, stalking past me into the room. I turn around and follow her until she stops.

“Why am I trying that on?”

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