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She shrugs. “A little bit. It helps that I was picturing Maverick’s head as the target.”

A low chuckle rumbles in my chest. “He really did get you all worked up, didn’t he?”

My little Bunny is a feisty little one. It’s one of the things I love most about her.

While others would try to run, beg to be let go, scream, cry, or shut down if they were in the same situation as my Cove, she did the complete opposite.

She took it in stride, wasn’t intimidated by us, and didn’t feel unsafe.

We knew she wouldn’t. Cove likes to act like what we did was a bad thing, that we’ve violated her privacy, and took away her rights. And while in some ways, that is the truth, Cove isn’t as bothered by it as she’s been trying to act.

She wanted this, deep down. This is one of her sick little fantasies come true.

We’ve read the details of it ourselves in her journal. While it’s not exactly how she’s described it, it’s pretty damn close.

And the fact that we’re not strangers helps a lot. She’s only been here two days, and she’s already making herself at home.

I give it a few weeks top, if that, before she accepts her fate and realizes this is where she’s meant to be.

With us. As our woman. At our sides. The mother of our children.

She will want for nothing. And despite the love we know our father has for us, we would never do to our children what was done to us.

We can still live the life we were born to without causing pain to our children. We’ll teach them to be strong, powerful individuals; to be feared, to kill, to be ruthless, but to also be fair and rule with honor. They will need to lead with the harsh truth, not by inflicting pain and fear.

Once the shock of everything wears off, I know she will see that not only is she the perfect woman for us, but we’re the perfect men for her.

Her nose wrinkles as she lets out a huff. “Yeah. He did. For people who claim they’re soooo obsessed with me, I was very surprised to see that he wasn’t eager to return the favor. Is that how it’s going to be? You three use me for your pleasure, and that’s all I get? To be a hole to fuck with no plans on getting me off?” She gives me a pitying look. “Oh. I get it. It’s because you don’t know how to please women.” She pats me on the chest, amusement rising in me. God, she is so fucking sexy. “If you need me to show you, all you have to do is ask.”

“You know, pretty girl,” I murmur, taking the hand she placed on my chest to my lips. I grin as I place soft, sensual kisses on each of her slender fingers. “I love the bratty side in you. Makes me fucking hard,” I groan. “But trust me, Little Bunny, we know what we’re doing.”

“Yeah?” she says on a breathy sigh. “Then prove it.”

I know what she’s doing. She’s trying to get me to break and fuck her. Trust me, I want to. I want to so fucking bad it hurts.

But Maverick is right. When we’re finally with her, I know we’re not going to stop. We’re going to fuck her every chance we get, pump her full of our cum until she’s big and round with our baby. Our Little Bunny isn’t going to be able to walk for weeks when we’re done with her.

We don’t want to pressure her, to force her to do something she’s not ready for. Babies are a big deal. They’re life-changing. I can understand why she wouldn’t be ready for that right now.

Maverick said we couldn’t have sex with her, he didn’t say we couldn’t do other things.

An idea pops into my head, one that I remember reading in her journal. When I read the dirty things she wanted, my cock got so fucking hard that I jerked myself off to the thought of doing exactly what she had written down.

And now we’re in the perfect setting to do it.

I give her a slow, dangerous smile, loving the spark of fear and excitement that shines back at me as she takes it in.

“Oh, I’ll prove it, Pretty Girl.” My voice comes out low and thick with my want for her. “But the question is, are you sure you want me to?”

Her eyes flare with heat, and I can hear the change in her breathing. “I’m not afraid of you,” she whispers.

“You aren't, are you?” I chuckle. Grabbing her by her hips, I lift her up and place her on the table behind her. She lets out a shocked gasp, eyes widening. “You love the thrill of danger, don’t you?” I murmur, brushing my thumb against her lips, my cock painfully hard for this woman.

This is going to be pure torture, but so worth it. I want to see that look in her eyes when she falls over the edge, that pure euphoric look as she cums for me like the good girl I know she is.

“What are you doing?” she asks me as I lay her backward, one arm under her back, the other on her chest.

She goes without resisting, trusting me with her body. Fuck, that’s a big turn-on.