"Doc," Hudson growls, his hand still around her throat. "You scream again, it better be mine or Ridge's name coming from those lips."
She stops fighting, but I feel her hips jerk as I play with her clit. I'm sure her brain is going haywire, between Hudson's firm hand around her throat and my soft touch giving her pleasure. She closes her eyes tightly, hiding her big brown eyes from me.
After a few seconds, a moan escapes her lips, so sweet and breathy, that I feel my chest tighten at the sound. Nothing has ever sounded so fucking good. Six months in this hellhole, and that one little moan makes it worth every minute.
"Fuck, Ridge, do that again. I want to hear her beg for us."
"Please," she whispers, and I'm not sure if she wants more, or is begging us to stop. It doesn't matter, because there's no stopping us. We want her and she'll be ours, whether she likes it or not. Hudson and I always get what we want and she's no exception.
