“Then we will sleep on it and talk to her about it in the morning. We have to be up no later than eight and it’s almost five so let’s try and get some rest.” They both nod and exit the room.
I know that they won’t be sleeping tonight, despite my request that they rest. Dean will go to the gym down stairs and Brandon will work all night to get the information I requested.I will stay here and continue to do my own research on who could’ve been helping Kahl all those years ago.
While we were eating, Zoe mentioned a second man that she never saw, but she heard his voice. She knew he was present during the interrogation torture and sparring matches. This stranger was also the one to implement the withholding of food when she didn’t comply. What a piece of shit.
Just thinking of everything they put her though has me ready to tear the city- no, the whole damn country apart.
How did he stay hidden from her all those years? If he was so intently involved there is no way that she didn’t see him, at least once. She could have seen him in passing and not realized who it was. I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that we never noticed anything. Even when we discovered Kahl’s dead body, we didn’t see this basement she described. We had been in that home hundreds of times and never saw an entrance to any basement, we never heard anything.
I’ve done the math, there could have been countless times that we were in that house while she was just a few feet away being tortured… and we had no idea.
I’ve always been in control, I have always been aware of everything going on around me, but somehow, I missed this. We all did.
I look back down at the camera watching over Zoe and Teddy, and I see Zoe starting to shake and flail. It’s obvious she’s having a nightmare. My instinct is to run to her, but I watch as Teddy responds at once. He begins by rubbing down the flat plain of her stomach and his fingers dance at the hem of her panties. In my gut I think that is the wrong way to comfort her, but her body reacts at once. His hand dives into her underwearand I can barely see the movement of him stroking her pussy. She stops the twitching and the pained look in her face melts away.
Her brows slightly lifted but her eyes remained closed. Her mouth pops open in an ‘O’ shape and her back arches into his touch. Teddy’s free hand brushes the hair back from her face and he plants a gentle kiss on her jaw line.
I see the moment she wakes up and realizes where she is, I can see the second she lets go of her resolve and lets Teddy play with her. She begins to grind into his hand, and I want nothing more than to have volume on the camera that is in the corner of her room-- this will be changed first thing tomorrow.
I prop my phone up and lean back in my chair to watch more comfortably. On instinct, my hand immediately starts to grip my hardened length from the outside of my pants, slowly teasing myself.
The ache is too painful, so I let go and undo my pants to release my cock. I spit into my hand, and I start to stroke myself. I pump myself as I continue to watch Teddy fingerfuck Zoe. She is clearly panting, and I can see that she’s saying something I so desperately want to hear. Zoe removes her own shirt and lets her breasts fall free for Teddy, and like a magnet he leans in to suck the peak of her nipple.
When Zoe’s eyes close, Teddy looks directly at the camera. He knows someone is watching, whether it’s all of us or just one of us, he puts on a show. Smirking, he turns back to look down at the woman who is quickly flipping our world over on its axis. Teddy pulls Zoe’s panties to the side, giving me a view of her perfect pink pussy that is swollen and glistening in the soft moonlight coming from her window.
My pumping becomes frantic when I see him enter two fingers into her tight little hole and his thumb runs circles around her clit. All I want in the world right now is to hear the obscene noises I’m sure are coming from her leaking cunt. Teddy whispers something in her ear and she looks directly into the camera. As soon as her eyes meet the lens I come apart. Ribbons of cum bursts from my cock and all over my hand, and I let out a grunt, and followed by my orgasm I hear her yell echo across the quiet manor. I watch as she falls apart for my brother, my chest heaving.
Absolutely stunning. She keeps staring into the camera as Teddy helps her put her shirt back on. Teddy walks out of the frame briefly and returns with what I assume is a rag and a clean pair of underwear. He places a light kiss on her pelvis as he wipes her clean. She takes her eyes from the camera and lands them back on Teddy.
She shrinks back into her covers and is fast asleep, but I don’t miss the movement Teddy makes when he breathes in her scent on her dirty underwear and places them in the pocket of his sweatpants.
And just like that, I’m hooked on her.
18
Plutonium
Zoe
I wake up to the sun beaming in my window. It’s the first time in days the fog isn’t obstructing the sunlight. It’s only when I stretch out my muscles that I realize Teddy is no longer lying next to me.
I opened up to them about my past and now I no longer feel a vendetta against them. We worked together so well at the museum, everything felt so natural. Like I clicked into their fucked-up puzzle as a long-lost piece. It became very clear very quickly that I fit in, easily, and it may be against my better judgment, but I trust them. The way they all reacted to my story last night told me enough. They didn’t know anything about what my father did, and they have no direct involvement with the Cambions. They are fighting a battle on the same side as me. Last night I decided I’m not fighting these urges anymore.
Max was right, I do want these men. I want all of them, selfish as it may be. I’ve never been allowed to be selfish in my life, but this is something I want. I want them all for myself, though I’m not ready to admit it to them. I can admit it to myself.
I roll over in the bed, enjoying the softness of the luxury bed sheets. I take a deep breath, inhaling Teddy’s scent that he left behind. He smells like firewood and whiskey; he smellswarm and dangerous. A smell I can easily get drunk off of, and I can’t get enough.
“Sleep well, princess?” Brandon’s voice scares me out of my trance, and I practically jump from the bed on high alert.
I quickly adjust my shirt to make sure I'm somewhat covering my underwear, “Um, yes. I slept fine. What are you doing here?”
He chuckles, “Good morning to you too.” He leans against my door frame in a lazy stature. He’s still in a pair of gray sweatpants that show off a jaw dropping length that I poorly try to not linger on. He is shirtless, of course, and his hair is in a rumpled bed-head state.
“We have a busy day ahead of us, and there are some things we need to catch you up on. Go ahead and get dressed and I’ll meet you downstairs.” He looks me up and down with a knowing look and saunters out of the room.
Fuck, the camera.I look up in the corner of the room and see the camera that Teddy pointed out to me last night. I was too drunk on lust to object to it last night, but now it’s all flooding back to me. Someone was watching, or they all were. The thought makes me flush, and not in a bad way.Did they like what they saw? Did they get off too?
I can see a little blinking red-light shine in the camera, and I know someone is viewing it now. I scold it and give it my middle finger before I head to my bathroom. I take a quick shower, avoiding getting my hair wet so I don’t have to spend time drying it.
