Lora_Leigh_Bound_Hearts_4_Wicked_Intent[1].pdf by Lora Leigh

strength of will that often mirrored their own, and a loneliness that echoed in their
    chests.
    He and Lucian had, despite all appearances, lived a quiet, often lonely life. The
    bond they shared was more intense than most other twins, stemming, he thought, from
    the fact that they were fraternal rather than identical twins. The first years of their lives
    they had been largely separated by their divorced parents, seeing each other only
    occasionally and even then the visits had been brief. Only with the death of their
    mother after their tenth birthday had they finally been given the chance to know one
    another. From that moment on they had been inseparable.
    Dev was the quiet one. The one everyone rarely paid much heed to. He preferred to
    watch the foibles of men and quietly learn from other’s mistakes. Lucian was the more
    social brother. He thrived amid the high paced, often stressful career he had chosen and
    gloried in the challenges they presented. Dev was more content to work behind the
    scenes, to coordinate and see the projects through rather than forging into the fray and
    doing battle with competitors who would have taken the more lucrative contracts.
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    It was for this reason that Dev had stood aside and allowed Lucian to begin the first
    wave of sensual assaults against Tally. She was attracted to both of them, they had both
    known that from the beginning, though he doubted at that time that she was aware of
    the carefully plotted seduction and downfall they had arranged for her.
    How easily their plans had blown up in their faces. Dev stood outside the shower,
    leaning against the wall, head lowered, listening to the faint sounds of her sobs. They
    had made her cry.
    He shook his head at that thought. No, they hadn’t made her cry; she had allowed
    her demands for self-control to cheat her out of the orgasm that had been building
    within her body. Those same demands had sent her running from them, sent her
    scrambling to pull the tattered shreds of her pride around her and retreat as quickly as
    possible from the two men who had seen her downfall.
    He moved carefully, slowly, from the bathroom. He didn’t want to alert her of his
    presence, that in her turmoil she had forgotten to lock her front door and had given
    easy access to one of the men, he knew, she considered the enemy.
    He paced to the bedroom and began preparing it for her. Lucian would arrive later,
    but for now, Dev was in control and Tally might have figured out how to handle his
    brother, but she had no idea how to handle him.
    He smiled at the thought as he attached restraints to the four corner posts of her
    bed. The soft nylon wrist and ankle cables would allow just enough freedom of
    movement to ensure her pleasure while holding her in place so he could assure her
    freedom from the strict demands of her self-control.
    He put several other articles on the bedside table. A tube of lubrication gel, an
    inflatable butt plug and a thick vibrating gel dildo were laid to one side. Next came a set
    of vibrating nipple clamps and a small ball gag.
    He glanced toward the door as the sounds of falling water ceased. She would be
    entering the room within minutes, unaware of his presence, her control shaky at best,
    off balance. He had a feeling that if he gave her the chance to renew that control then
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    they would all lose. Tally wouldn’t allow herself a chance to fail a second time. She
    would pull that cool mockery and cold demeanor around her like a cloak of protection
    and forever keep him and Lucian at arm’s length. He couldn’t allow that. He wouldn’t
    allow that.
    Taking his seat in a comfortable chair across the room, he sat back and waited. His
    cock was throbbing; so damned hard and engorged he was amazed he could walk. If he
    had ever had an erection so demanding with another woman, he couldn’t remember it.
    The shower door opened, closed. Minutes later the sound of a hair dryer could be
    heard and