Page 61 of Theirs to Tempt: The Marriage Claim

I can barely breathe.

“You were told not to masturbate.”

Oh God.

There’s no possible way that he could know that I had disobeyed that order.

He has to be bluffing.

Even though I back up a little, needing the support of the concrete wall, I keep my voice even. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I think you do.”

The words land like ice water down my spine, yet heat floods my cheeks at the same time.

No…

Unless…

The realization dawns slow and maddening, a stunned wave that makes my stomach drop.

Fury washes over me, and I curl my hands into fists at my sides, nails pressing half-moons into my palms. “You have cameras in my house?” After the incident at the office, I looked, but I saw nothing obvious.

Caleb tips his head to one side. “With as much as you mean to us, did you expect we wouldn’t?” His voice is low, matter-of-fact, sending a shiver racing along my arms.

He settles his hand on my waist, fingers splaying possessively over the silk as if to remind me exactly where I stand—between them, claimed.

“Who the hell do you think you are?”

“You’re ours,” Caleb responds, his tone still calm and factual, as if stating the color of the sky.

No apology. No explanation.

And Lucian is still looking at me as if he’s the offended party.

“You have no right⁠—

Lucian slides his fingers from my chin to trace the column of my throat, resting his thumb over my racing pulse.

“You could be in danger⁠—”

“From people like you and your…associates?”

“We will never take chances with your safety.” Caleb shrugs, the motion pulling his shirt more tightly across his broad chest, his expression unchanging. “Get used to it.”

He edges his hand lower, sliding it onto my hip, thumb stroking the sensitive crease where thigh meets body, the touch sending unwanted sparks of attraction through me.

How is it possible to be so angry and yet so aware at the same time?

Lucian flexes his fingers against my neck.

I should find his move threatening, but I’m not even a tiny bit afraid.

“You have two options. You can stay in your apartment with cameras, or you can go home with us tonight and never go back to your place.” His voice is measured.

“Your choice,” Caleb offers.

Before I can answer, they guide me through an exit, Lucian’s hand on my back, Caleb in front of us.