“Asher,” I groan. Having a plug in my ass is really going to foil my escape plans.
He leans back, staring down at me with a raised brow. “For right now, this is your punishment for trying to run from us last night, but if you want, I can always add to it?”
My breath stutters in my chest.
“That’s what I thought.” He chuckles, dropping a kiss to the tip of my nose.
That’s the thing about Asher as a Dom. He swaps between hard and soft so easily that it’s hard to believe it’s the same person, and from the glimpses I’ve had of Rowan, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
“Fuck,” a rough voice comes from behind me.
Speak of the devil, and he shall appear, with a perfect view of my plugged ass.
Fantastic.
“Our pretty little doe,” Asher murmurs a moment before a hard body presses to my back.
“So fucking perfect,” Rowan adds.
The praise sends a refreshed spark of need to my core, and I curse my body for being so wildly affected by their words.
Asher pulls away first, walking back to the kitchen where he flips what appears to be bacon, while Rowan remains behind me, my back pressed to his front.
“Where do you want to work today? Asher tells me you like to move around, so I cleared off some space under the window for your primary setup, and then I thought maybe the kitchen counter and the library could serve as extra places? I ordered a couple of standing desks for you. They should be delivered tomorrow, or I can call the delivery company and see if I can pay them extra to have them here this afternoon?”
I swallow around the emotions that climb up the back of my throat.
Why do they have to be so thoughtful when I’m actively trying to figure out a way out of this house?
“I don’t need standing desks,” I argue weakly.
“Asher says that’s how you prefer to work, and so that’s what I’m going to provide you with,” Rowan says, his voice leaving little room for argument.
I bite down on my bottom lip, considering how to tell him I don’t need those things because I’m not staying here.
Asher glances over his shoulder at us, a smug smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “She’s about to give you a list of reasons she doesn’t need them, including because she doesn’t think she’s staying.”
“Is that right, Hannah?”
I swallow heavily and nod my head once. I guess being direct is one way to go about this whole thing.
A rough chuckle brushes across my shoulder as Rowan steps closer, his body enveloping mine with his much larger frame.
“Do you really think that I’ve spent the last five years rearranging my life and business to ensure your safety, just to allow you to walk out the door?”
His words are soft, but their meaning isn’t.
If I’m not allowed to leave, does that mean I’m being held captive by my stepfather and stepbrother?
CHAPTER THIRTY
HANNAH
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying that until we can trust you not to run, you will be staying here. If you need to leave for any reason, one of us will accompany you.”
“That sounds an awful lot like kidnapping,” I hiss.
