“All right. I will only kidnap bad people from now on.”
“Shit,” Jared muttered quietly enough that she knew North wouldn’t have heard him speak. “Never thought I’d see the day he’d take someone’s orders.”
“He takes yours,” she whispered back.
“When it suits him.”
Well, that was probably how it would be with her too. But she’d take that for now.
North walked over to them, grasping hold of her chin with cool, light fingers. She stared into his dark gaze.
“Know this, though. You can ask anything of me, but I won’t always give it to you.”
Right. Okay.
“And you will follow my orders.”
“Your orders?” Jared asked him.
“Yes, you’re at the top, then me, then it’s our girl.”
Our girl?
He’d really just said that, right?
Holy crap.
Her heart was racing so hard that she might be ill.
But wait . . .
“How did I get on the bottom?” she asked.
The corner of North’s lip twitched. Involuntary? Or was that as good as a smirk from him?
“You’ve always been the bottom.”
She wasn’t sure she liked that.
“But that doesn’t mean you come last,” Jared explained. “All that means is that we’re your Tops. I’m your Daddy and your Dom.”
“I need Jared to Top me,” North explained. “I need those . . . limits and consequences. But not with you. With you, my Angel, I’m going to be the boss.”
Sheesh.
And she was no angel.
“So what you are saying is that you both get to tell me what to do?”
“Yes,” they said together.
“And I have to do it?” she asked.
“Unless you want to be punished,” Jared said as he carried her out of the kitchen and along the hallway.
Nerves flooded her as she stared at North over Jared’s shoulder. There was something anticipatory in the way he moved.
Something that both scared her and made her horny as hell.
