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His eyes land on my bare legs, where the hem of what I’m assuming is his shirt cuts off just above my knees.

I suck my lip ring into my mouth, chewing on it out of nervous habit. Without thinking about it, I clench my thighs together.

Sunshine clocks the movement, and his vibrant eyes blaze with a heat so hot that it causes me to break out in a sweat.

Thankfully, the moment is broken before Sunshine throws me over the table and gives me a repeat performance of last night.

Fuck. Why do I want that so badly now?

A meow makes eyes dart downward to the black ball of fur on the table. Luna? Is that Luna!?

Midnight reaches over and scoops my cat into his arms, murmuring something I can’t hear as he starts to pet her. Luna purrs.

“You stole my cat too?” I gape at the massive man holding my fur baby.

“We didn’t steal her,” he corrects casually like none of this is a big deal. “We couldn’t leave the sweet girl behind. If her mama is going to be living here, then this is her home too.”

“I’m sorry,” I say, eyes going wide, wondering if I heard him right. “I’m living here? This isn’t my fucking home. I don’t even know where this is, but it’s not my damn home. Give me my cat, I’m leaving.”

I reach for her, but Midnight pulls her back, frowning. “I’m sorry, Bunny, but that's not possible. Why don’t you sit down and I’ll make you some food?” He gets up from his chair, my damn cat still in his arms, and makes his way to the fridge.

I gape at him in shock as he lifts Luna to his shoulders. She settles there, laying across them like she’s a fucking scarf or some shit, as he begins to pull things from the fridge, bringing them over to the stove.

“What are you feeling? Pancakes or French toast?” Midnight asks. He pauses for a moment before speaking again. “Pancakes, you had French toast yesterday.”

How the fuck does he know that?

My head is reeling as I try to process if this is really happening right now. I’m still not convinced this isn’t a very vivid, realistic dream.

How are they so casual about this? They kidnapped me, and my fucking cat, yet they’re acting as if we’re just good old friends hanging out.

I need to think about this. I’d like to say I’ll think rationally, but I have a feeling rational isn’t a wavelength these three operate on.

I continue standing there, unsure how to react, what to say next, or what to do.

Midnight continues to work away at the stove. Luna, the little traitor, stays perched on his shoulder, rubbing her head against the scruff of his beard.

My eyes flick to the other two. Sunshine is sitting at the table, leaning back in his chair. He’s eating an apple, and my eyes drop to where he sinks his teeth into the flesh. There’s a crispy crunch followed by juices dripping down the apple, making it’s skin and his mouth all glossy.

My stomach clenches when his tongue slowly licks his lips clean before he chews. Pulse fluttering, I look back up to his eyes and find him watching me with a heated, cocky smirk on his stupidly handsome face. He winks, holding up the apple. “This one’s real,” he tells me, chuckling to himself, like it’s some kind of inside joke.

I raise a brow, confused. Why wouldn’t it be real? Who the fuck eats a fake apple?

Sky snorts, shaking his head suddenly before wordlessly bringing his attention to me. I bite my lip and feel myself becoming locked in the blue expanse of his eyes.

Here I am, being fucking held against my will, and I can’t help but be attracted to these assholes.

Sometimes kinks and sexual desires are a pain in the fucking ass. There’s a time and place, and right now, is not it.

“So...” I say, breaking the silence. “Are you telling me I’m not allowed to leave?”

I wait for their answer, praying it’s some kind of joke. Maybe they’re just messing with me.

But there’s a part of me deep down that knows this isn’t a joke. They wouldn’t have gone so far as to bring my damn cat with them if they planned on letting me go after they were done having their fun with me.

“You’re allowed to leave,” Sky answers, and a spark of hope ignites inside. I stand a little taller. “The house that is. The property, however? No.”

My brows furrow. “Why am I here? Why did you take me? You don’t even know me. Look, if this is about what I saw in the warehouse, I didn’t tell anyone. I have no plans on ever telling anyone. You don’t have to worry about that. So, now that we have an understanding about that, how about you let me take my cat and leave? And we can pretend none of this happened, yeah?”