Free Bailey, Debbie - Sienna's Submission [Men of Kinsey] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Debbie Bailey Page A

never get to see Mikhail or Sasha again, and worst of all she’d never get to tell them how much she loved them. How just by walking into a room her heart beat faster.
    Slowly, Eric ran the knife down her arm, making small cuts as he went. He was fucking crazy. She knew that now.
    “Oh yeah, when I’m through with you, sweetheart, you aren’t ever going to be able to show your face in public again.”
    Sienna eyes were swelling shut, so her vision was becoming increasingly blurred.
    “Go ahead, you ignorant fuck. But no matter what you do to me, I will never, do you hear me, never, come back to you. You make me sick, Eric. With all the privileges you’ve had, you would have thought that somewhere along the way, someone would have realized what a sick fuck you are and put you out of your misery.” She knew she was goading him. She was well aware of the damage he could do, but she was sick and tired of his abuse.
    Slowly and painfully, she got to her knees. “Well, little man.” She swung out blindly. “If you’re going to kill me, then get it over with because you are boring me to tears.”
    She couldn’t see him, but she knew he was moving in behind her. He grabbed her hair and yanked her head back, and at that moment Sienna heard a loud growl and felt Eric being pulled back from her. He still had her hair in his grip, so she was being pulled as well. When he let go, she scrambled to the wall and tried to stand. Her hips and legs were so bruised already she couldn’t, so she started dragging herself along the floor until she was grabbed again. Screaming and kicking and punching out at whoever was holding her, all Sienna knew was that she had to fight.
    “Baby...baby...it’s me, Sasha.” Sienna froze and at the realization that she was safe, she passed out.

    * * * *

    Pain, all she felt was pain. Every muscle in her body ached. Sienna panicked when she tried to open her eyes and couldn’t.
    She heard movement to her side and flinched when someone touched her.
    Eric. Maybe he had her tied up and blindfolded somewhere.
    “It’s okay, sweetheart, you’re safe now,” a familiar voice whispered in her ear. Mikhail.
    “Master,” she sighed and knew that she was probably in the hospital.
    She was too sore to move, but she could feel dampness on her face when Mikhail leaned in to gently kiss her cheek.
    “We’re sorry, Sienna. So sorry, we should never have left like that. We should have taken you with us.” Mikhail gently stroked her cheek and kissed her forehead. His voice was almost breaking as he continued, “We wanted to give you some time to think and to get something nice to make for dinner. We left a note on the counter, and we knew we wouldn’t be but a few minutes. We had no idea that Eric even knew where we lived.”
    Sasha came into the room then. She could tell by his scent. It was one of the ways she could tell them apart.
    “Mikhail, why the hell didn’t you tell me our little one was awake?” he snarled.
    “She just woke up, moron.” His brother laughed and moved to the side so he could see her.
    “Oh, my little one, how will you ever forgive us?” Sasha leaned over and kissed her gently on her swollen lips.
    “Nothing to forgive,” she croaked. “My fault…all my fault.” She cried softly and fell back into a fitful sleep.

    * * * *

    “Her fault…?” Sasha whispered to Mikhail, nodding his head toward the doorway.
    Exhausted, having spent almost every waking moment by Sienna’s bedside and only catching a catnap here and there, both men moved slowly to the nearest chairs.
    “How the hell does she figure this is her fault, Mikhail?” Sasha turned to his brother as he ran a weary hand down his face. “She was attacked in our home. The one place she should have been safe.”
    He could feel the rage inside his brother. Both men knowing, logically, that the only person responsible for this was in the prison ward in this same hospital.
    “I should have killed the bastard,”