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“Fuck, she’s so soft,” Conner breathes, letting his hand dip around to my stomach. I stifle a moan as he tickles my ribs, my eyes still fixed on Cole.
His breathing is shallow, his eyes burning with contempt, and jealousy... and lust.
“What do you need, Dove?” he asks me, softer this time. So soft it makes my tummy clench.
“I-I want it to go away.” The feel of his body, the knife pressed against my throat, the way he sneered at me as he ran his hands up my body.
“Cole, maybe you should—”
“Kiss her,” he orders.
Conner lets out a small hiss before sliding his eyes to mine. Torment glitters in his gaze. He wants to kiss me, to help me, maybe even keep me for himself, but he doesn’t want to make things any more confusing than they already are.
I know then that Conner isn’t like Cole and me. He?
?s a good person with a deep sense of right and wrong.
“You have to say the words, Hadley, baby,” he whispers, but I’m already leaning in.
A low groan vibrates deep in Cole’s chest as he watches his twin brother kiss me. It’s wrong and messed-up, but the second his tongue slips past my lips, I drown in him.
“Fuck.” Cole moves closer, his heated stare making my skin tingle.
“Hold her throat,” he orders. “She likes that.”
Conner’s hand slides along the side of my neck and he gently closes his fingers around my skin. It’s different to Cole—he’s different—but it doesn’t matter. Because feeling his touch, focusing on the way he kisses me, slowly erases all memory of the man in the ski mask.
I press closer to him, and he rasps, “Fuck, baby, you taste so good.”
Conner breaks the kiss to tug my hoodie up over my head. His eyes shine with lust as he takes in my tiny body. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
My eyes flick to Cole. He’s dropped into the chair, but his jaw is still clenched, his eyes so dark they look soulless.
I want to ask what he’s thinking, how far he’s willing to let this go. But I don’t, because all thoughts fly from my mind as Conner dips his head and closes his mouth around the lace shell of my bra.
“Oh God,” I cry, the scratch of material and Conner’s hot breath against my nipple almost too much.
“Fuck, Hadley...” he groans, switching to my other breast and sucking and biting me over my bra. “This needs to go, now...”
I slide my fingers into his hair. I feel drugged, like I’m having some kind of out of body experience. The way Cole is watching me is as erotic as the way Conner is touching me. He flattens me against the corner of the sectional and starts tugging at my jeans.
“You sure?” He glances at his brother, but Cole doesn’t respond, just sits watching.
Stalking.
“Shit, she’s soaked.” Conner runs two fingers along the seam of my pussy over my panties.
“You want his fingers inside you, Dove?”
“Oh God, Cole,” I cry as Conner keeps rubbing me.
“Or maybe you want his cock?”
Pressing my lips together, I swallow the moan building. He’s taunting me. Punishing me for last night.
But two can play at that game. I pull Conner down on top of me, kissing him with every single emotion I feel.
Hatred.
