...Both men wanted her. She’d tasted Jacob’s desire in his kiss and now used that sensual memory to her advantage. Her nipples were already hard when she shrugged out of her shirt and let it drop to the floor. Jon’s lust was less subtle than his brother’s. His guileless eyes hid nothing. Nor did his tight breeches, which bulged already in front with an impressive erection.

Fallon smiled and flicked her curious gaze over Jon’s share of the York family jewels. Naked to the waist now, she turned her back and flung her hair over her shoulder, knowing it would hide her upper body like a gilded curtain.

With sinuous movements she slid her trousers down her legs and daintily stepped out of them. Oddly enough, the sound Jon made was identical to Jacob’s primal growl. Pleased with his reaction, she retrieved the dress without turning around and put it on, careful to keep her movements slow. When she finally faced him, his heavy-lidded gaze traveled up from her bare toes to her breasts like an illicit caress.

“I haven’t worn this in years. I’d forgotten how good it feels on my skin.”

“Hmm. Turn around again.”

“Ah. You like the rear view better?” She gave him a jaunty wink and complied. Her skin tingled, and beneath the flowing silk her naked sex grew damp. Would he touch her? She’d already decided either man could have her. She’d certainly bedded worse specimens of the male species. Fucking Jacob or Jon York would be far less unpleasant than most, especially if it would earn her freedom.

Her knees grew weak when she felt the heat of him at her back. His breath stirred her hair, sending goose bumps down her spine from her nape to her tailbone.

Her anus clenched and her clit pulsed. Do it. Bend me over and take me. You know you want to, and you know you’re only playing at being a highborn gentleman.

As if he’d heard her silent plea, he put his hands on her shoulders, and she stifled a moan. Warm fingers slid down her arms to her wrists, and just when she thought he might twine his fingers with hers, he yanked her arms behind her back. Familiar silken cords wound around her wrists, and he pulled them tight.

“Just so you don’t attempt to throw yourself overboard,” he whispered as he pulled her around to face him.

Fallon rolled her eyes. Part of her had fully expected to be bound. It was the part that actually felt relieved that she detested. How could she find pleasure in this? Knowing there was nothing she could do but obey the commands of her two dubious masters should have made her furious. Instead, it aroused her.

She trembled with indignation, and Jon noticed. He brushed a stray curl from her brow and smiled. “Don’t worry. I’ve made Jacob promise not to hurt you, if you tell him what he wants to know.”