It’s not until he ends the kiss, rising to his feet, that I realize they’ve used their belts to secure my wrists to the arms of the chair.
That single drop of fear taints my pool of anticipation, and my rapid breathing gets faster for a whole new reason. I yank and pull at the leather restraints, my mind taking me to a different time and place.
White walls. Padded rooms. Sterile beds.
“Raven. Sunshine.”
Blinking, Griffin’s amber eyes swim into my view, and his sea salt and bergamot fills my senses.
“You’re not there. Never again. We won’t allow it.”
Gulping, I allow myself to drown in his firm truth. He’d never let them take me away.
I motion my head up and down to let him know that I believe him.
His tone drips with allure as he brings his lips to mine, but never actually touching. “Good. Now relax and let us take care of you.”
My mouth tries to follow him as he pulls away, but he moves out of reach.
Knox walks over to a duffle bag stored under the table that I didn’t notice before. He digs around and stands when he finds what he’s looking for.
My breath lodges in my throat and my cheeks heat when I see what he’s holding in his hand.
“Where did you get that?”
Knox wears a knowing smile. “Where do you think? I got to say, I was shocked to find this in your nightstand.”
He whirls around the massive dragon dildo Dahlia bought for me in his hand. It’s huge. And I really do mean huge. The silicone is an ombre of gray and green, making it look more like an alien dick. Ridges and bumps cover the whole curve of the toy. Knox runs a finger over them, raising his brows in surprise.
“Kinky,” Griffin comments.
I rush to explain myself. “It was a gag gift from a friend. I haven’t even used it.”
Knox’s grin doesn’t fade. “Then why was it stored in your bedroom?”
Biting my lip, I fail to come up with another explanation.
Griffin and Knox approach me, and I squirm in the chair. Griffin produces a knife, making me jump.
“Trust us,” Griffin reminds me.
A glimmer shines off the sharp blade, but I still nod my head, letting him know that I do. With expert skill, Griffin cuts my shirt and shorts down the middle. Then he tugs on the center of my bra and slices it in two, causing my breasts to fall. He and Knox groan together as they gaze upon my pink nipples.
Griffin tugs at my thong right over my mound and cuts that as well. He bends down and licks the arousal glistening on my pussy, but he doesn’t do more than that.
A whimper builds in my throat from being teased.
Griffin tugs on one side of my ruined bra and shirt, sliding it over my shoulder, exposing me further. “Give me another, Sunshine.”
My mind is too clouded with need to understand him. “What?”
“Tell me a secret. What do the crowns mean?” he clarifies.
My body locks up again, threatening to take my mind back to a place full of loss and emptiness.
“You’re here with us, Raven,” Griffin reminds me. “Stay here.”
I mentally shove away the ugly memories. “They’re for my brother and my son. When my brother was alive, I called him ‘little king.’ And with my son, it felt natural to do the same.”
