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I almost roll my eyes. “I won’t.” Probably not, unless I get a really good chance. “But… you know I don’t have any money, right?”
Easton shrugs, “We’ll pay. Plus, we technically owe you payment for your dancing.”
I haven’t danced for them, and knowing what he is talking about makes my stomach churn. I don’t want them to pay me for sex.
Cam must be reading my mind because he gives me a soft smile and helps me off the bed. “Don’t think about it like that, sweetheart.”
I can feel Easton’s eyes on me, tracking every step I take like a predator. I won’t say it out loud, but it will be nice to have clothes of my own, even though I know that letting them buy them for me will mean I’m indebted to them in another way.
Walking out of the bedroom, Cameron takes the lead holding my hand in his while Easton follows behind us. When they are being nice to me like this, holding my hand, and doing stuff for me, I can almost forget why I’m here. If it could always be this way…
My thoughts evaporate into smoke when I hear glass breaking somewhere in the house. Cameron pauses in the entryway and exchanges a look with Easton. It’s so strange because though they aren’t brothers, they act as if they are in every way.
“Put your shoes on,” Cameron orders me, and I slip my feet into the single pair of sneakers beside the door. Ushering me out of the house and to the car, Cameron releases my hand and slides into the driver’s seat while Easton sits beside me in the back.
An electric current ripples between us. We’re like fire and gasoline right now, one spark and everything could catch on fire. Doing my best to ignore the blistering heat between us, I place my hands in my lap and look out the window.
“Does this mean my house arrest is over?” I direct my attention to Cameron, but Easton clears his throat and answers.
“No, it’s just started. When you prove you can be trusted, then it’ll be lifted.”
“I have proven I can be trusted. I haven’t told anyone about James.” I twist in my seat to face him. I’m aware I’m taunting a beast, but I’m tired of him never showing any emotion but anger. I want to know what lurks deeper beneath the surface. I want to see what makes him tick.
“Do you want to end up like James?” Easton taunts.
Even though I know he can’t be serious, there is still a sliver of fear that fills my belly.
“You wouldn’t kill me.” I cross my arms over my chest. In a split second, I’m being dragged across the seat by my hair.
Gasping, I fight against Easton’s grasp, a shudder rippling down my spine when his teeth nip at my earlobe, “Give me a reason to test that theory, and I’ll prove to you just how bad Cameron and I can be.”
“Easton,” Cameron warns from the front seat, but he doesn’t release me yet.
“We can be the biggest, scariest monsters you’ve ever seen, or we can be two gentlemen that only treat you and fuck you like a whore behind closed doors. Only you decide what happens.”
Without warning, he releases me, and I remain like that, sprawled across his lap. Easton smirks like the devil who was just sold someone’s soul.
That snaps me out of it, and I scurry across the seat. I try to ignore the way my core burns, and my insides tingle with anticipation. Is it possible that I’m sick? Mentally ill? Or just Stockholm syndrome? Why did that turn me on? It’s wrong, and yet I want him to do it again.
To wrap his hand up in my hair and force his cock into my mouth. Yes, something is very wrong with me.
“Stop taunting him, Stella,” Cameron calls, and when I look up, I find him grinning in the rearview mirror at me. He thinks this is funny. Well, it’s not. None of this is funny. I press my lips into a firm line and remain quiet the rest of the drive. Just as Cameron is parking, I see that he’s brought us to the mall.
Oh, joy.
“Don’t try anything funny, or I swear to god, I will take you over my knee and spank your ass before I fuck it so everyone within a two-block radius can hear.”
I know his words are supposed to be a fearful warning, but they aren’t. It does something entirely different to me. Not that I’m going to tell him that. Together we all get out of the car and walk into the mall. It’s strange how normal this feels, especially since it shouldn’t feel this way. I don’t feel like myself as excitement zings through me as Easton and Cam guide me through each store.
