Chapter Two

M y heart pounded. "I'm not taking my clothes off for you." I wasn't ready. "I don't even know your names."

The dark haired one smiled, looking back and winking at the other two who sat perched on my living room windowsill. "She makes an excellent point."

He sat down next to me, and I flinched as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders. His grip was hard and firm, the muscles flexing to show me just how strong he was. "You can call me Poe." He pointed to the blond, blue eyed one, the one with the deep scar going through his eyebrow. "That's Grim."

Poe nodded toward the third disturbingly sexy man-spirit who had yet to utter a single word. He just glared at me hungrily with his sharp brown eyes. He barely moved a muscle except for when he was running his tattooed hand through his dirty blond locks. "And that silent beauty over there, he's called Saint… I assure you he's anything but."

Grim growled as he fingered the buckle of his belt. "Now she can choose which name to scream out when we're defiling that tight little cunt of hers."

Saint licked his lips, his throat bobbing as he swallowed. But he remained quiet. And this is why he scared me the most. The silent assassin, watching me like I was a bird in a cage. A cage that only they held the key to.

What the fuck did I let out last night?

My breath hitched. "So you want me to have sex with all three of you? Are you insane? You break into my house and tell me I have to fuck you. This is absurd. I will scream ."

Poe grabbed my throat and whispered in my ear, "Yes. You will."

Grim chuckled. "But no one will hear you, little fox. Not out here."

Poe tightened his hold on me. "Starting to regret moving out to the woods?" he drawled.

I should run. Call for help. But where? There's no way I'd outrun them. Even if I could, no one would care. They'd say I deserved it. It was no secret that I'd had my share of men in this town. It was okay for them, but I was the one who was judged for it. Bastards .

Poe pulled me into his chest. His other hand rested on my bare thigh. Heat radiated off of him. His breath tickled my ear as he whispered, "It will be so much more than sex, little fox." He nodded at Grim, who stalked over and sat on the other side of me.

Grim nestled in close. His hard body was like a brick wall against mine. He placed his hand on my other thigh, higher up than Poe's, and squeezed. "This is the fucking nightmare you've dreamed about," Grim rasped in my ear.

His fingers inched further up, lingering at the edge of my panties. "A part of you wanted it to be true. That's why you opened the door. I can fucking smell your sweet, little, wet cunt from here. I can feel the pulse in your leg, hammering, aching for us to give you what you've never had."

"No," I rasped, shaking my head. No, no, no. This couldn't be real. There was no such thing as ghosts. These were just three run of the mill, albeit sexy as fuck, psychos.

Grim slid his free hand to the nape of my neck, tangling his fingers in my damp strands. He jerked my head back and hovered over my mouth, licking his lips as he watched me tremble. "You will let us play with you. You'll beg us to ."

I was completely pinned yet neither would make a move until I gave permission. It was terrifying and arousing at the same time. I clenched my pussy tight. Damn my body for betraying me like this.

Saint finally stirred. He slowly rose from my windowsill and ambled forward. His lips curled up into a smirk that was so heavily laced with lust and malice that I almost had a fucking heart attack. Saint planted himself across from me, using my coffee table as a chair. He pushed my legs apart and scooted closer, forcing himself into my space.

Grim shoved my head toward Saint until our lips were almost touching. Adrenaline spiked through me as his breath danced across my face. Saint let out a low growl, so soft I almost thought my ears were playing tricks on me.

His fingers dug into the sides of my knees as he kept me from retreating. " Say yes ," he breathed.

Poe nodded. "We have all the time in the world, little fox. If you won't let us begin, there are other ways we can torture you…"

Fuck.

As soon as he said it, I knew that they would make good on that promise. They were so beautiful it hurt to look them in the eyes. Brutal fucking savages with unsatiable appetites. But it made me feel something dark and twisted and fucking alive. I could take from them as much as I wanted. What I've always wanted . But what would they do to me? How deep down the dark rabbit hole was I willing to go?

But I couldn't make that mistake again. To trust. Not like that night in the back of my ex-boyfriend's truck. The one time I tried to explore my desires, tried to show him what I wanted, and he called me a slut.

When he accused me of fucking everyone he knew. Because how could a chaste girl like me possibly know what I wanted sexually? Surely if I knew how to touch myself, how to ask for what I wanted, then I must be a slut, right? Fucking simple-minded asshole . He had been my first of many after that night. A string of boring one-night stands where my excitement was as fleeting as my orgasms.

I squirmed out of their grip, twisting out of Grim's hold on my hair and swatting Poe and Saint's hands away. "You don't know anything about what I want," I snapped.

They let me stand.

I moved away from them, toward the window seat, shivering with nothing to keep me warm without their body heat except a thin white T-shirt that barely covered my ass.

Poe smiled at Grim. With a quick nod, he was on his feet, crossing the distance between us. I shrunk back against the throw pillows.

Grim stopped just inches in front of me. "Let the torture begin."