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I realize, so I grab the sheet and pull it up over my chest. “Right now?” I squint over at the clock. It’s a little after midnight. We’ve only been asleep an hour or two at most.

“Yeah.” He leans over to kiss me. “Right now.”

I sort of expected an apology. I realize it’s not his fault, but it seems like human nature to apologize when you’ve woken someone in the middle of the night with a curse word—or when someone ditches you after giving you two orgasms in one night.

I lie back down and feign sleep. I’m sure he doesn’t want me here if his brother is just down the hall, but I’m not driving home after someone woke me in the middle of the night, not to mention the glasses of wine I had—even if I drank the wine several hours ago.

“Reese?” he asks softly a few minutes later. I think I might’ve fallen back asleep in the couple minutes he took to get dressed.

“Hmm?” I murmur.

There’s a pause, then Brian’s voice comes back in a whisper. “Get some sleep.”

I fall back asleep only to be woken what seems like five minutes later.

A mouth presses tenderly to mine as a body covers me. The weight presses on me, but it’s a good feeling—a warm feeling. A loving, gentle feeling.

He’s back, and he’s treating me so differently than he did just a few hours ago. Fingertips sweep some hair away from my forehead, and then the mouth on mine opens. I’m still in the groggy state of half-sleepiness, but when his minty tongue starts to slide against mine with leisure, with such a different and hot passion, my body starts to awaken.

I wrap my arms around him with a soft moan. He’s leaner than he was a few hours ago.

And that’s when I catch the distinct scent of fresh laundry mixed with sandalwood.

I pull back instantly. I should’ve known immediately. Brian isn’t this gentle with me.

I’m still in Brian’s bed after having sex with him a few hours ago. This is wrong, no matter how right it feels.

“Wh—what are you doing here?” I stutter into the darkness.

“I can’t stay away,” he whispers. He buries his face into the soft place between my neck and my naked shoulder, peppering my skin with kisses. His mouth trails over to my chest, and he kisses both of my breasts without pulling my nipple into his mouth. I want it—I want him to suck, hard—but he needs my permission first. He needs me to kiss back, to wrap my arms around him, to show him this is okay.

It’s not okay.

It’s wrong.

But then his deft fingers travel a path along my body like they’ve done before, and tingles explode in my chest and permeate my bloodstream. My nerves come alive, my blood heats, my stomach drops.

I want this.

His lips move back to my neck and then to my lips, and I fear I’m not strong enough to push him away. I’ve done it one too many times, and I can’t do it again.

I need to ask him why he’s here. I need to know if he had something to do with the call Brian took in the middle of the night. I need to know if he’s for real, if his feelings for me are genuine, or if this is just some big competition between brothers and I’m the ultimate prize.

But I don’t ask any of those questions because Mark Ashton is on top of me and only one singular thought is in my mind. Need. His lips are on my skin and his hand trails slowly along my thigh just like that night that flashes incessantly through my mind.

Every cell in my body aches for him. It has since our one night.

I arch my back, pushing my pelvis toward him as I wrap my arms around his middle, and he grunts over me.

“Is this okay?” he whispers. “I need this to be okay.”

I don’t answer with words.

Instead, I cover his mouth with mine and reach for the hem of his shirt.

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TAKEN

NATASHA KNIGHT

About This Book

I’m one of four Willow daughters.

He’s the first-born son of the Scafoni family. And we have history.

For generations, the Scafoni family have demanded a sacrifice of us. A virgin daughter to atone for sins so old, we don’t even remember what they are anymore.

But when you have as much money