Thomas didn’t waste time. He scooped me up in his arms like I weighed nothing, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. My breath caught in my throat, my body already betraying me, and before I could even protest, he was carrying me straight down the hallway.
“Thomas…where are we—” I whispered, but he only shot me a look, dark and commanding, that silenced me.
His door slammed shut behind us. He dropped me onto the bed, the sheets cool against my bare skin, my chest rising and falling fast. Caleb followed right in, leaning against the door with that smirk on his lips, his eyes trailing over me like I was a meal.
“Now listen,” Thomas said, his voice low but firm as he stood over me. “You’re not leaving this bed until you’ve done exactly what we tell you.”
A shiver rolled
