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I struggle under Blade’s hold, but that only makes him grip me tighter. My fight-or-flight instinct kicks in, and I want to fight against him as he carries me, but my body betrays me. There’s a part of me that wants to succumb, to submit to him. The experience is exhilarating, a rush of conflicting emotions that leaves me breathless. The interaction I’ve already had with Raven only adds to the intensity of it all.

Having them fight over me was something I never thought I would experience, but I liked it. I enjoyed hearing them argue over who would get to me first, who would claim me. I can already tell that Raven is the fun one. He’s going to differ from the other two, and that excites me in ways I hadn’t expected.

The anticipation builds as I hear a door opening, followed by the shuffling of feet as the men move around me. The door closes behind us with a finality that sends a shiver down my spine. Blade tosses me onto what I can only assume is a couch, the sudden change in position making me swallow hard as I try to sit up. Before I can get my bearings, strong hands grab my arms, pulling me back down.

“You need to learn our voices, Red,” a deep voice speaks, wrapping ropes tightly around my wrists.

“Okay,” I breathe, my voice shaky as I dart my tongue out to wet my lips. “Talk to me.”

A laugh sounds from behind me, low and teasing, as he grabs my shoulders, pulling me back against the couch. His breath is hot on my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. “Tell you what, I’m not Blade,” he states, amusement clear in his tone.

I nod, a smile playing on my lips despite the tension in the air. “You’re Raven.”

“Smart girl,” Raven purrs, his voice dripping with approval. “But don’t think that’ll get you off easy.”

“Are you going to get me off?” I tease, my voice trembling with anticipation. Deep, resonant laughs echo around me, filling the room with their amusement. My heart races as I try to steady my breathing, but it’s nearly impossible to focus with them so close, their powerful presences overwhelming me. The sensation of their collective gaze is intoxicating, sending heat spiraling through my body.

I can hear movement around me—the sound of footsteps, the scrape of furniture being shifted into place. They’re preparing for something, and the unknown heightens the tension, making my pulse quicken. Every nerve in my body is on edge, wondering what they have planned, yet craving it all the same.

“Stand up,” Blade’s voice slices through the thick air, commanding and firm, leaving no room for hesitation.

I hesitate for a moment, but the tug on the ropes around my wrists leaves me no choice. I stand, my legs shaky as they guide me to another part of the room. I can feel their hands on me, steadying me, directing me, until I’m standing in front of what feels like a piece of furniture—something solid and curved.

“Bend over,” Blade orders, his tone leaving no room for argument.

I obey, bending over the curved surface, my stomach pressing against the cool material. The position forces my ass into the air, my legs spread slightly as I try to balance myself. My heart is pounding in my chest, the vulnerability of the position making me feel both exposed and exhilarated.

I feel their hands on me again, this time working to secure my legs to the chair. Straps are fastened around my thighs, pulling my legs apart until I’m completely immobilized. The sensation is overwhelming, the combination of restraint and exposure sending a rush of heat through my body.

“Good girl,” Blade murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through me. “Now, let’s see how well you can follow instructions.”

The final strap is tightened, securing me in place, and I’m left with nothing but the sound of my breathing and the anticipation of what’s to come. I can feel their eyes on me, the weight of their gazes as they take in my vulnerable position. The air is thick with tension, and I know that whatever happens next, it’s going to push me to my limits.