Morning light came through the big windows and woke me up. My arms and legs still hurt from being tied in the same position all night. The cuffs had not moved. My shoulders burned and my wrists felt raw. Between my legs I felt sticky and sore from everything the brothers had left inside me before the kidnapping.
The door opened with a soft click. Kane walked in alone this time. He wore the same black shirt but his sleeves were rolled higher so the serpent tattoos looked darker in the daylight. He carried nothing. No food. No water. Just himself.
He stopped at the foot of the bed and looked down at me for a long time. His pale eyes moved slow over my naked body. Over my breasts that still felt a little tender. Over my stomach where the baby grew. Over my spread p***y that still had faint
