THIRTY MINUTES LATER
Eve had barely made it to the bedroom when her phone buzzed again.
Damian: Conference room. Third floor, east wing. Now.
She stared at the message, her body still trembling from what they'd done to her in the office. Thirty minutes. They'd lasted thirty minutes before needing her again.
This was insane. Impossible.
And yet her body was already responding, already craving more despite the soreness, despite the exhaustion.
Eve cleaned herself up quickly and changed into a fresh dress....knowing it would just end up on the floor anyway. Then she made her way to the third floor.
The conference room was massive....designed for large pack meetings. A long mahogany table dominated the center, surrounded by leather chairs. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the grounds where she could see pack members going about their business.
All three brothers were already there, having shed their suit jackets. They looked predatory, hungry, barely restrained.
