turned to Brie with a wild gleam in his eyes, shouting, “Bezhat!”
away from him, knowing he had commanded her to run, but it wasn’t until he
lunged for her that she understood he was serious.
pounding in her chest, she looked at Sir and saw the same wild look in his
men started toward her as one unit, she suddenly understood what was happening.
her warrior fantasy being played out. Only, instead of one warrior wanting to
claim her—she had two.
immediately kicked off her sandals and turned, bolting toward the door. She
flung it open with an excited squeal and she raced out of the house with both
of them pursuing her.
thrill of the chase, she ran as fast as she could down the sandy beach, trying
to stay out of the reach of both men. She remembered how quickly Rytsar had
captured her the first time and was determined not to be caught so easily this
sense Sir and Rytsar drawing nearer and felt chills when one of their hands
brushed against her skin as he reached out to grab her.
that the waves had tripped her up last time, Brie did her best to keep close to
the edge of the shore on the firmer wet sand without getting too close to the
it didn’t take long before her lungs began to burn.
down momentarily was enough to give her pursuers the advantage. Brie cried out
when she felt the tight hold of Sir’s hand gripping her arm. She twisted
around, trying to free herself, only to feel Rytsar wrap his arms around her
waist as he carried her toward the water and flung her into the ocean.
She was hit
by a wave as she scrambled back to the safety of the shore. An intoxicating
thrill of fear took over when Rytsar grabbed both her feet and pulled her to
out a terrified scream when he flipped her over and Sir held her down by her
wrists. Rytsar crushed her body with his weight.
for breath as another wave swirled around them and she looked up into her
captor’s intense blue eyes.
There was a
hint of fierceness in his gaze that caused her heart to race even more. Rytsar
was a dangerous man, capable of great violence, but he was also a man of
extreme passion and fierce love.
how savage his soul, Brie would always trust him.
down and bit her neck while Sir tilted her head to get better access to her
lips, claiming her mouth.
overwhelmed by the sense of helplessness caused by Rytsar’s teeth bruising her
skin and Sir’s tongue ravaging her mouth. It was so fucking hot, knowing both
men desired her.