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Cormac’s teeth flashed bright against his deep brown skin as he grinned, seeing right through me. “I guess we’ll find out tonight, won’t we?”
Ginevra stoodat the open door, a chic overnight bag slung over her shoulder, waiting for me to invite her in. She’d changed from the all black ensemble she’d worn to church. Instead, she wore a pair of distressed jeans and a chunky sweater.Gorgeous, I thought to myself as she fidgeted under my assessing gaze.
I stood aside and gestured for her to come in. She tried to hide her nerves, but her fingers clutched her bag so tightly they’d turned white. The faint scent of citrus wafted from her as she passed by me.
Cormac and Liam sat in my living room, eyeing her like cats playing with a mouse when she stopped in the entranceway.
“Hi,” she said, her voice tremulous and uncertain. She cleared her throat. “Hi,” she said again, with more confidence and a charming smile.
When I pulled her overnight bag off her shoulder, it was heavier than I expected. “Jesus, woman, what did you pack?”
Her answering look was puzzled. “Laptop, headphones, ring light—everything I need to work tomorrow.”
That’s right, Liam had promised her she’d be able to work.Hm.
Cormac stood, his motions stark and predatory as he paced around her, taking in every detail. Ginevra held herself still, like a mouse hoping to hide in plain sight, if only she could stop herself from shaking.
There’s no hiding tonight, princess.
Cormac stopped his pacing directly in front of her. Ginevra wasn’t short, but compared to him, compared to any of us, she was tiny. She stared into his chest for a frozen moment before sighing and looking up at him, not bothering to hide her annoyance.
“I would have expected Irish mothers to be more exacting about their sons’ manners,” she snapped when he looked down at her, saying nothing.
“Whores don’t get courtesies,” he snapped back.
Ginevra narrowed her eyes. She grew an inch as she straightened her spine and looked straight up into Cormac’s eyes. “What’s that make you? Just a John then, are you?”
“Fucking slut, trading her body for parents who were relieved to sell her instead of her sister.” He yanked her against his body, running his hands down her back and squeezing her ass cruelly. “So desperate for safety, you even negotiated away your safe word.”
“I changed my mind,” she answered, her hands on his chest, struggling to push him away.
Cormac bent down and took her earlobe in his mouth, dragging his teeth down over it. “Too late, bitch. This isn’t a BDSM club. It’s not a scene. And this isn’t the lifestyle. You’re ours, and we’re going to treat you like the trash you are.”
She shuddered, then murmured, “Tell me how you really feel, Cormac.”
He turned her in his arms until he had her back pressed against his torso, wrapping one arm around her hips. When he ran one hand up her bare stomach under the thick knit of her sweater, her breath turned ragged. “I bet if I ran my fingers over your breasts right now, I’d find your nipples tight and hard, begging for my touch. If I slid my fingers down your pants, I’d find your pussy soaking wet, aching for me to run my fingers through your slick arousal and then fuck you hard with them, you filthy fucking slut.”
He stepped away from her, abruptly. “But that’s not what I’m going to do right now. Strip.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” she asked, looking at Liam and me as if we might step in and save her. Not a chance, but she didn’t know that yet.
Liam chuckled and stalked over to her. “Pretty little lamb, thought she could save her sister and didn’t realize she was running straight into the wolves’ den.” He drew a knife out of the sheath he wore on his belt and traced her jawline with the flat of the blade. “Cormac told you to take your clothes off.”
When Ginevra didn’t move, he angled the blade and traced it downward, leaving a delicate white scratch against her olive skin. Her eyes widened, terrified, perhaps realizing there was a reason we’d been so explicit in our contract with her sister. Liam huffed and puffed when I struck knife play from the original draft, but when Ginevra refused to include any sex at all in our negotiations, I put all our kinks back on the table.
“Okay,” she whispered, “okay.” When Liam didn’t back away, her eyes flashed to his. “You have to let me move, Liam.”
She lifted a trembling arm and used one finger to carefully push the knife away from her face. Our brave and pretty Ginevra kept her face utterly blank as she knelt to remove her sneakers and her socks. She set them neatly beside her before standing again.
She took deep, trembling breaths. Her gorgeous brown eyes were watery, but so far, she’d refused to let the tears fall. We’d have to work on that.
“C’mon, little lamb,” Liam said. “Don’t get shy now.”
Ginevra glared at him, but slid her fingers under the hem of her sweater and lifted it up. I fought against the urge to lean closer for a better look as it inched up over her soft stomach and her bra. Liam didn’t bother to bite back his hum of appreciation as we got our first look at her magnificent tits. They were glorious, gorgeously framed by her black and teal lace bra, shifting and shaking with every move of her body. She carefully folded the sweater, then bent at the waist to set it on top of her shoes.
“Don’t stop there, Ginevra,” Cormac said, his voice dark and low.
She exhaled sharply and then undid the button on her jeans. When she slid them over her hips, revealing lacy matching panties, I swore. Our little princess came dressed to seduce us.Too bad.Her jeans were tight, and she peeled them down her legs. Every time she bent down, I got a full view of the soft globes of her breasts. Already, I was impossibly hard.
