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she could pretend—what the hell was she thinking? She was free entertainment! A sex slave! She concentrated on scrubbing her fingernails.
    When she turned to them after washing her hands, three sets of eyes were fixed on her and her knees grew weak. Literally. She’d read about people’s knees turning to water, but hers absolutely did and she reached behind her to grasp the edge of the sink.
    “Kellis will bathe you, little one, while Orion and I ensure food is prepared and the bed is ready.”
    Holy shit. She was exhausted, and they were going to fuck her. Tears once again filled her eyes, but she stared down and nodded.
    “Adara.”
    Cautiously looking upward, she saw Thorn’s mouth set.
    “You are tired. Take your bath and eat a meal. Then you will sleep. We are not slave drivers, little one.”
    She thought better of the flippant remark she wanted to toss his way. Just sexual drivers. She dragged her eyes away and veiled them. “Thank you.”
    On an exasperated huff, Thorn strode off. Orion followed more slowly, pausing to drift a finger down her cheek. She managed not to flinch because his intent seemed so sweet.
    “You will need to face the sink once again, my heart.” Kellis moved into her space and gently shepherded her into position. He had divested himself of his shirt, and she tried not to let her appreciation of his cut chest and corded abdomen show before doing as he asked.
    His work roughened hands were placed on her hips, and she could feel his breath on her neck. “Place your hands on either side—yes—just like that. Now, walk your feet to me a little.” A tap of his boot on her heel made her spread her legs and she leaned forward, splayed wide in front of him.
    A curl of excited humiliation centered in her sex, doused immediately by the feel of his fingers between her butt cheeks and a tug on the hard object in her ass. She clenched and Kellis pressed a kiss on her shoulder. “Relax, Adara. It has been in long enough.”
    “I didn’t want it in at all.” And there was her lip again. She bit it to curtail any further comments.
    Kellis merely chuckled, and she risked a look in the mirror. He didn’t look pissed, but who knew? She’d just met him. “I promise you will not object to us using this small orifice, my heart. We will make you love it, beg for it, but you must be properly prepared. We will not hurt you.”
    What was it with this begging stuff? “Thorn has already hurt me.”
    Pulled free, the plug woke up certain nerve ends she didn’t know she had, and it was quite disconcerting. Kellis patted her ass. “That was a different kind of hurt, Adara, and you must be honest in acknowledging the reasoning behind it. Or you will once you better understand our customs and the place you now live. You will have time to think on it. But we will not hurt you here.”
    Here was her bottom hole, as she was no longer host to that plug and there was a strange open and empty feeling back there. He tossed the thing into a stone bucket by the sink, where it hit with a subdued splash, and patted her ass again. It should have felt akin to being patted like an obedient dog, but it didn’t. It felt—appreciative and hot. “You are stretching so sweetly, Adara. My cock aches to feel that tight heat.”
    As if he felt her sudden fear, Kellis wrapped her up in his big arms and hugged her to him. She met his eyes in the mirror and saw patience and understanding, despite the hard ridge of his cock against her spine. “You will come to trust us. Anything we do will be for your pleasure. And your protection.”
    “And I suppose your pleasure doesn’t factor in.” She closed her eyes, certain she’d pushed him this time, but his stance didn’t change and the only sound was that of the bath filling. She could smell lavender and citrus—had they used her toiletries? The familiar scent soothed her enough to let her lids flicker open. Kellis still looked patient and understanding.
    “Your pleasure is