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to me, Meg. You’re shielding. I don’t like it. I can’t tell if I’m really

hurting you.”

Meg stubbornly kept the mental walls in place just as Cian had

taught her. The mental walls stopped her from broadcasting her every

emotion to the brothers.

Another sudden blow landed on her butt. Meg groaned, waiting

for the pain to turn to arousal. She was glad they couldn’t see her

face.

“I can keep it up all night, Meg,” Beck promised. “You’ll give me

what I want. I swear, by the time we’re through, you’ll surrender

everything I ask for, and you’ll do it with a smile on your face. Until

then, I think there’s another way to get the answer to my question.”

Meg gasped as he spread her thighs and roughly shoved two

fingers straight up her cunt. He wasn’t shielding at all now, and she

felt his deep satisfaction with what he found there.

“She’s hot for it, isn’t she?” Cian asked.

“Brother, she’s on fire,” Beck replied, rotating his fingers inside

her. Meg couldn’t stay still. She squirmed, trying to get those fingers

to hit her sweet spot. He pulled his fingers out, and Meg wanted to cry

at their loss. He slapped her ass again. “And she’s not very attentive.

Stay still. I’ll tell you when you can move. I’ve thought an awful lot

about what’s gone wrong between us, Meg.”

“You’re an asshole.” It just came out, and Meg closed her eyes

just before the blow landed. There was no hiding her low moan this

time.

“You really like this, don’t you, wife?” Beck’s voice was filled

with gratified wonder as his hands caressed the spot he’d struck. Meg

felt him lean over and place a kiss at the base of her spine.

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