“You have to understand,” Hunter continues. “You are the daughter of the woman our dad used to replace our mum. We wanted to hate you, but that was our grief and hatred for our dad coming out at you. No matter how much we might have tried, you made it impossible to hate you.”
Unbelievable. I shake my head—well, sort of—Harrison still has hold of my throat, his thumb teasing my skin and confusing my senses.
“So why now? What am I… a plaything? Just an itch for you both to scratch until you get bored with your new little toy? Is that it?”
Harrison gives a short laugh, but he’s anything but amused. His eyes darken as he holds me captive with his stare.
“Oh, we fully intend to play. And as you know, we are quite fond of toys, but mostly of the sexual variety, especially when we get to watch you use them.”
He reaches down and cups one of my breasts, his touch a distraction as Hunter whispers in my ear, “But in answer to your question, we’re done waiting.”
His teeth nip at my earlobe, but he quickly chases away the sting with his tongue, and I break out in goosebumps.
Harrison’s mouth crashes down on mine as Hunter kisses my throat.
Wait,watch you use them?
I pull out of the kiss, but Harrison keeps his lips hovering over mine.
“What do you mean bywatch me use them?”
Harrison smirks, his thumb swiping over my lip. “There’s a camera above your bed. We like to watch you while you’re getting off for us.”
“What the actual fuck?” They have a hidden camera in my room? The fact that they admitted it as though they were just talking about the weather.
“Yes,” he says calmly. “That’s exactly what we intend to do… fuck.”
Before I can tell him how unhinged they are, his mouth is back on mine as he massages my breast. This kiss is so much more dominant than all the others.
I feel the skirt of my dress being lifted to my waist by Hunter. The cool air makes me tremble as Harrison pulls out of the kiss to stare down at me. His hand moves between my thighs, his fingers tracing over my lace underwear. He raises his chin, his mouth claiming mine once again as he pushes the lace to the side and slips a finger inside my entrance.
“Wet,” Harrison groans into my mouth. “So fucking wet.”
He’s right, of course. I’m beyond turned on, and I’m fully aware of how utterly fucked up that is.
“You can’t honestly say you don’t want us as much as we want you. Your body isn’t lying, Ari. We’re just asking you to give us one chance, to really show you what you mean to us—what it means to be ours,” Hunter says, his lips ghosting my throat.
And then I hear the sound of tearing as Harrison rips my lace underwear clean down the middle. I gasp, pulling away.
“Those are new,” I protest, but the words die on my lips as he brings them to his nose and inhales before holding them up to Hunter, who does the same.
Because, okay, that is all kinds of wrong, but also kinky as fuck.
Hunter continues to hold my dress up to my waist, as Harrison drops to his knees, hooking one of my legs over his shoulder. Leaning into my mound, he inhales, smelling me before he grabs my arse and pulls me closer, his tongue swiping between my folds.
I jolt from the contact, but Hunter holds me steady as Harrison begins to feast on me.
“Someone might see,” I say, my breathing heavy.
Hunter grabs my jaw and turns my face to the side so he can look at me.
“No, they won’t,” he says, his eyes a dark mahogany. “This is all off limits, the only people who get to see your glistening cunt and listen to the sound of your pleasure are us. You got that?”
I nod, and then he’s kissing me—hard, without restraint. Harrison sucks on my clit and finger fucks my pussy, curling them perfectly to hit my G-spot over and over again until I’m a whimpering mess. Then I’m coming hard as Hunter holds me steady. My body is theirs for the taking.
Chapter 15
Harrison
