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either. Deep breaths didn’t help as much, and the bite of pain made her screw her eyes shut to hold back the tears. Her mouth opened to cry out when the jangling spits of pleasure overrode the pain. Thorn must have recognized the change in her response because he rubbed her back in concert with the movement of his fingers deep in her back channel. He sank those appendages in until she felt them stop as the palm of his hand rested on her ass cheeks. Untried nerve endings sparked around them, and she clenched.
    “Ah, there you go. Such a tight little fist around me. You will bring us such pleasure, just as we will bring you the same.” He pulled them back, dragging along the walls of her passage, then pushed back in, repeating the action several times. Adara wanted to squirm and press her pelvis against his thigh. Thorn the arrogant mind reader removed his hand from her back and leaned away far enough to slide it under her, unerringly finding her sweet button. An orgasm hovered just within reach.
    “You will not come.”
    “What?” Oh boy, that was her incredulous response. She wanted to go over, immediately, if not sooner, and where was her resolve to suffer what they put her through and keep herself above it all?
    “There is more, and you will not come until I say you can.”
    More. The need to come dissipated like mist in front of a raging wind. More as in another brother? A cousin? Thorn’s fingers retreated out of her body, leaving a strange, empty feeling—but not for long.
    “You are so beautiful here, agapi mou. Your tiny opening is stretched like a little mouth. Now, deep breath.”
    She sucked one in to ask him what he was going to do when an unforgiving, hard object pressed in to replace his fingers. There was no quarter as he inserted it, and no apparent end to it either, although it got bigger with each advance. But his clever touch on her clit distracted her a little, and a twist of the object took her breath as the more rapid rubbing at her apex increased. It abruptly became too much. The thing narrowed and her walls clamped around it. She climaxed, biting her tongue to contain the accompanying sound. She wanted to deny him that for using his experience against her. She wanted to hang on to her umbrage, sensing that it might be the only thing to protect her very essence from this man who seemed determined to take it all and they’d just fucking well met!
    “There, little one.” A gentle pat over the base of the godsdamned object accompanied Thorn’s satisfied comment and she tensed, waiting for whatever came next. But he merely stroked over her buttocks while the hand beneath her cupped her sex in a curiously comforting manner.
    “Scoot backwards to pillow your head in my lap,” he instructed, and she did as he bade her, the hardness in her back entrance inhibiting her motions. She shivered a little, the heat of his assault on her anus and ensuing climax leeching away. There was an immediate click, and warm air flowed down around her naked form.
    “Sleep, agapi mou. It is still a fair piece to travel, and you have experienced considerable today.” His speech, the choice of words and syntax dragged over her ears, and she considered that his native language was definitely not hers. Wonderful. The brothers could communicate with one another and leave her guessing. She should have spent more time learning about Virile and less on submission. As far as she could tell, Thorn, and probably Orion and Kellis would tell her what to do, do things to her and she would comply or get punished. Submission was just another word for dumb obedience, and while it vexed her, she could probably act the role—unless she allowed them to get inside her head. In that case, they would see her for who she really was and it wouldn’t go well for her. On that sober thought, she fell asleep.

Chapter Three
     
    Thorn permitted himself a small smile of satisfaction. Adara had done well in accepting the plug. There was no