![]() It's weird, looking at him like this, thinking about his cruel mouth on my pussy, his cock driving inside of me. I finally get the courage to look up, finding Pax staring at me with a bored, neutral sort of expression on his face. These two are letting some old hurts boil up. I do not need him to defend me, but I have the sense that this is about a lot more than just last night. “You left a girl tied up with your belt,” Ransom says, and I close my eyes. “The fuck is going on in here? Are you poaching my groupies now, Ran? That's low-even for you.” My cheeks flame and I snap my gaze down to my knees I can't seem to look at either of them right this second. ![]() I pull away from him and sit up, tucking tangled red hair behind my ear as I watch the two men stare at each other. “Get the fuck out, Pax,” Ransom growls, and even though his voice is quiet and dark, it's terrifying. “When your-” I start, intending to ask about his mom again, but the door to the bedroom opens and I turn to find Paxton Blackwell standing in it, smoking a cigarette and staring at me with his steel grey eyes. ![]()
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