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“Where did you get that?” I hiss, trying, and failing, to snatch it from his hand as he holds it out of my reach.

“Let’s get one thing straight, Cove. I’m into a lot of fucked up shit, willing to try just about anything. But rape? Taking someone against their will isn’t one of them. You wanted what I did to you last night.” He waves the book around. “You described it in extreme detail. If I didn’t know it was your kink, your desire, and you wanted it performed by me none-the-fucking-less, I wouldn’t have laid a fucking hand on you. If you ever said the word no, and meant it, I’d be on the other side of the room in a blink of a fucking eye. We all would. So, before you go throwing around that fucking word, be honest with yourself,” he growls, getting in my face. “It’s okay to be yourself, Cove.” His nostrils flare. “We’re not going to fucking judge you. But don’t go making us out to be monsters when we’re just doing exactly what you want.”

This is all so fucked up. Because he was right. But I didn’t think any of that would ever be a possibility.

“Next time, have a conversation with me first,” I whisper, shoulders slumping. Hold the fuck up. Next time? There’s not going to be a next time.

His body deflates. “You’re right. I’m sorry. That was something personal, something complicated, and I should have talked to you about it beforehand. I know it’s no excuse, but fuck, you were naked, a goddess lying out there like you were just begging me to take you,” he growls, wrapping his arm around my waist, pulling me close to him.

I whimper, feeling his erection against my stomach. Desire burns inside me, and he traps me in his hungry stare.

“We’re not good people, Cove,” he says, his voice a rasp. “We kill. We go to war. We burn fucking cities to the ground. But we would never hurt the people we care about.”

“You care about me?” I whisper, my brain unable to think with him this close. “You don’t even know me.”

He leans in, bringing his lips to my ear. “We know you better than you know yourself. You are our Bunny. And we take care of what's ours.”

He nips my ear before stepping back. Then he turns around and leaves the room, my journal still in his hand.

“Hey, I want that back,” I shout after him, as the brain fog clears.

“Sure. When we’re done making every little fucked up fantasy inside it come true.”

I stand there in shock. He can’t be serious.

Turning around, I face Maverick and Saint.

“He’s right. We would never force you to do anything you were not comfortable with,” Saint confirms. “We might be killers, but we’re not monsters."

“Well, I’m not comfortable being here. So, let me go.”

“Anything sexual,” Maverick grunts. “We don’t need to force women to be with us.”

“Then why don’t you go find one of those women?” I throw my arms in the air.

“We don’t want anyone else but you.” Saint grins. “Sorry, Sweet Cheeks,” he says, passing me and slapping my fucking ass.

My eyes widen, and I choke on a surprised gasp.

“We have to leave to deal with a few things for work. Starting with finding out who has been trying to hurt you.”

“Wait, what?” My brows furrow. “What do you mean someone’s been trying to hurt me?”

“We’ll talk about it later. Just know you’re safe here. Feel free to eat whatever you want. We have a pool, a game room, and if you feel like some fresh air, feel free to explore the grounds. If you need anything, just ask Maria.” Maverick steps forward and leans down, kissing the top of my head.

The moment leaves me stunned as he places a second, warm, gentle kiss on my cheek. “Be good, Sweet Girl,” he murmurs, and holy fuck, I felt that right down to my core. “And before you even think about trying, you won’t be able to leave the walls of the compound. We have the best security out there and eyes on you at all times. Don’t waste your time. Relax, explore, treat yourself. We’ll see you soon.”

And just like that, he’s gone too, leaving me standing there alone in the kitchen, confused as hell, no closer to knowing what the fuck is going on than I was before.

A meow catches my attention. I blink down to see Luna jump up onto the table. “What the fuck is our life?” I breathe out, scooping my cat into my arms.

I have no clue. But I sure as fuck plan on finding out. They can’t keep me here forever, right?

Clearly they were overexaggerating. There's no way they think I’ll actually be theirs. Right... right?

Chapter Twelve

Cove