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Meg bucked beneath her husband. His weight held her efficiently

as he sat on her midsection and calmly looked to his brother.

“Get me some rope,” he said as though asking someone to pass

the salt.

Cian walked off to do his bidding.

“Bastard,” Meg grunted as she tried to force him off. His position

was perfect. She couldn’t quite strike him, though she tried. “Get the

fuck off me.”

Beck looked entirely too pleased for Meg’s comfort. “Language,

my love. Have you noticed, Ci, that our sweet little wife has quite the

mouth on her?”

Cian was smiling broadly as he returned with a length of material.

Meg recognized it as a scarf she’d bought in the marketplace. “I did,

indeed, notice the mouth on her. I’ve found when she gets that dirty

mouth of hers going, it’s best to shove something in it.”

“Fuck you, too, Ci,” Meg said. Cian was supposed to side with

her, damn it. He was supposed to understand. He’d spent two weeks

listening to her and getting to really know her. He’d understood how

she felt about Beck. It had taken roughly three minutes for Cian to flip

on her and take his brother’s side. She should have known. Meg tried

kicking her legs.

“I suspect there will be a lot of fucking, my lover,” Cian

promised. “This will chafe less than the rope.”

Meg looked up at the faces staring down at her. They were twins,

but she could tell them apart. Besides the very slight differences

living had brought to their faces, she could tell by their expressions.

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Cian was looking down on her with a sweetly lascivious grin. Meg

could tell he was anticipating the sex he thought was coming. His


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