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He’s still completely naked, and his cock bobs in front of him with each heavy footstep, wet with the remnants of his cum from the condom. I feel like I’m being stalked by some wild, feral animal, like I’ve left the city of Detroit behind and am in a dangerous jungle somewhere. If Victor thought my pulse was quick before, it feels almost dangerously fast now, as if my poor heart might beat so hard it simply gives out.
I want to run, but Victor is still standing behind me, keeping me boxed in as Malice approaches.
Malice doesn’t stop walking until he’s barely more than a foot away from me, and the feeling of being encased between the two brothers, trapped between their large bodies, makes my head swim.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Malice glares down at me, his eyes narrowed.
I open my mouth to answer, but I can’t. I can’t say anything, can’t find my voice. I feel lightheaded and dizzy, aroused and flustered in a way I can’t quite process.
That’s not good enough for Malice, of course. His hand comes up, and he grips my jaw, tilting my face up.
Heat still blazes in his eyes, something just as raw and primal as when he was fucking that woman. He’s so close to me that I can almost feel the tip of his cock brushing against my stomach, and it makes something low down in my body clench hard.
“Why are you here,Solnyshka?” he asks, using that same word he’s called me several times now. “How the fuck did you know where we live?”
I swallow hard, my legs shaking as I’m flooded with the absolute certainty that I should not have come here. Malice already warned me that he—and the rest of them—are not heroes. Even if the man who was following me earlier planned to hurt me, these men can’t save me.
They won’t save me.
And now Malice is pissed.
I open my mouth again, trying to force my tongue to work, but before I can say anything, another voice cuts in.
“What the fuck is going on in here?”
18
WILLOW
A light flicks on,flooding the hallway with illumination. Malice glances up, and I whirl around to see Ransom standing in the hallway behind Victor.
He cocks his head, and I can only imagine what this must look like to him. I’m sandwiched between his brothers, the two of them looming in close on either side of me. One of them is naked, and I’m sure my cheeks are red as hell.
“Huh.” Ransom purses his lips, his eyebrows rising a little. “Looks like I missed the party.”
His words seem to snap the unspoken tension in the air, and Malice and Victor both step away from me at the same time. I nearly fall over from the suddenness of the movement, feeling almost adrift after being locked in place between them. Ransom comes to stand shoulder to shoulder with Victor as all three of the men gaze at me.
I wrap my arms around myself as if that can somehow keep me safe, finally managing to find my voice.
“The door was open,” I squeak out. “I didn’t mean to intrude.”
Malice narrows his eyes, but Victor speaks before he can.
“The woman you invited over probably didn’t close it right,” he tells his brother, his voice quiet and even. “You need to be more careful. Neither of us care about you having girls here, but you should at least make sure they don’t leave the door wide open.”
“Fucking hell.” Malice glares down the hall in the direction of the entryway. Then he shakes his head, shifting his focus back to me. Suspicion passes over his harsh features as he adds, “That doesn’t explain how the fuck this one knew where we live.”
There’s no point in hiding it, now that I’m here in the lion’s den. If I try to lie, I’m pretty sure it’ll just make things worse, so I decide to stick with the truth.
“I followed Ransom once,” I admit in a whisper. “After he visited me at school one day.”
Ransom huffs a surprised breath, but he looks a little bit impressed. Victor’s expression is coolly thoughtful, and Malice just looks even more suspicious.
“Why did you do that?” he demands.
“I don’t know,” I say, the words spilling out of me in a rush. “I don’t know why. I just wanted to find out where you all went when you weren’t watching me. You know everything about me, and I just wanted to know one thing about you.”
All three of the brothers react to that, but I can’t read their expressions well enough to tell if my explanation has made them more or less angry.
