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She likes it rough.

Is she different?

Perhaps she won’t come between them.

Perhaps they can share her.

Perhaps I should leave her alone…

I edge to chase after her, but pain floods down my thighs, stopping me in my tracks. Gripping my knees, I pant furious breaths at the ground.

Fuck.

CHAPTER 6

VALLIE

I rush through the front door, my hair dishevelled, sweat misting my skin.

My body hums from adrenaline and arousal, both churning through me, making me need something I’d rather not admit. He has some fucking nerve.

I hope his balls fucking exploded.

I drop the bags on the counter, though I know I’m minus a few items somewhere on the forest floor.

Damn him.

At the basin, I turn the lever and water pours quietly from the facet. Quietly… cause Donnie fixed it for me.

Don’t think about him.

Staring at the water circling, I wonder how I came to be in this situation—with a man chasing me through the forest, pinning me to a damn tree, and rubbing groans from both of us. I could barely stop myself from using his thigh to relieve the building of something primal inside me.

Kidnapped and used.

Chased through a forest.

My followers would be proud.

The water swirls in the trough, and I watch its hypnotic dance. Then I notice a drop of red hit the whirling pool of water, seeping in the liquid spiral until it dissolves.

I reach up and touch my ear, bringing my hand back to see a small smudge of blood mars my fingers.

That bastard drew blood!

“The fuck?” Tyler’s tight voice rushes up my spine with warning. His proximity close behind me lifts hairs on the back of my neck, breaking me into shivers.

And I don’t know why, but I don’t think I should tell him what happened. I don’t know… I haven’t had time to consider what I should do.

Startled, I spin to find him glaring at the smear of blood on my hand; his expression contorts with rage.

“Who— How— What the fuck happened, Vallie Baby?”

His large body encroaches on me, forcing my back into the kitchen island bench. He’s wild. And tall. So fucking tall, I arch my neck to see his blue eyes. What is it with these Vaughn brothers? Always holding my body and breath hostage.

Though, in my mind, Tyler Vaughn, the youngest brother, is a sweet, broken boy, but in the flesh, he’s a massive, tattooed lunatic with the face of an angel.

I try to hide my hand, but he snatches my wrist, displaying the crimson stain for him to study.