The leader... tall, scarred like he'd seen his share of bar fights, with a crooked grin and a pistol tucked in his waistband, stepped closer, his eyes devouring me like I was the real treasure on this godforsaken island.
'Name's Jerald,' he said, voice rough over the howling wind. 'And you, sweetheart? You the heiress to this pile of sand and secrets?' He unbuckled his belt, the metallic clink sending a shiver up my spine that had nothing to do with fear.
Kane snarled, his hand tightening on my throat, not enough to choke but enough to remind me who was in charge here.
'Back off, Jerald. She's not your plaything.'
But even as he said it, his hips rolled forward, grinding his c**k against my g-spot, making me whimper and buck against him. The hunter with my wrist, shorter, wiry, with
