Little does she know there’s a reason nothing ever came of those who were brave enough to show her any interest. We may have ended up in a punch-up or two. Okay, a lot more than two, but they needed to keep their eyes off her and their hands to themselves.
“So, how do you want to play this?” I ask, seeing as he’s the one who had decided there would be no more waiting.
We make our way slowly down the stairs.
“I think the Valentine Masquerade Ball is the perfect place to start, don’t you think?”
I smirk in response. “Abso-fucking-lutely I do.”
“We just have to play this right.”
He nods in agreement. “There’s no going back once we do this.”
Part of me, the insecure boy who still lives deep inside me, worries she’ll reject me. Us. But we’ve been texting her for almost a year now, watching her for way longer. There’s not much we don’t already know about her.
How she’ll be an absolute freak in the sheets, just like we are.
Are we obsessed? Yes.
There is no one else who will kneel for her the way we will.
Worship her the only way we can.
Pleasure her to the point of no return.
She’s our endgame.
We reach the bottom of the stairs, and he grabs my arm.
“Do it,” he says. “Send her a message. Plant the seed.”
I pull out my phone and let out a deep breath, because the idea of filling her sweet cunt with my seed sounds like pure heaven.
Harrison: I think it’s about time we stopped playing and finally meet, don’t you?
I stuff my phone back in my pocket, ready to witness her reaction to the message in person.
When we walk into the kitchen, as always, Ari is dutifully waiting on our father. I glance at Hunter and see his jaw ticking.
We always eat breakfast at the kitchen table, the dining room reserved for more formal events. This whole happy-family shit is all an act, after all.
Because if we had our way, that wouldn’t happen. The only time we want our girl submissive is in the bedroom.
Hunter clears his throat, his mask firmly in place, but I don’t miss the way he walks right up to Ari, his shoulder brushing hers as he purposely gets into her personal space, leaning over her to reach for a glass.
It was fun at first. We’d be dicks and ask her to get us a glass of orange juice or a cup of tea. But the novelty soon wore off when we realised it was a power play on our father’s part.
Hunter whispers something in her ear right before he turns to join me at the table, sitting beside me. I smash the top of the boiled eggshell with more force than necessary, imagining it’s our father’s face instead.
But the blush covering Ari’s cheeks and neck is enough to ease some of my tension. Fuck, I love seeing a reaction from her,knowing how her whole body will flush like that when we strip her bare and fuck her into oblivion.
Subtly, I adjust myself. The last thing I need is to get a full-on erection right here, right now.
Once His Royal Fucking Highness has been served his Eggs Bene-dick, as we like to call them, Ari joins us on the opposite side of the table.
“Are you sure you don’t want anything else?” she asks her mum.
Marion just shakes her head. “No, thank you, darling. I’m on the smoothie detox.”
