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His words roll through me, my nipples peaking at sharp points and my core tightened at the thought of being full again. Unfortunately, I feel like a naughty little schoolgirl who was just caught doing something bad. I tense, my movements jerky as I remove my hands from my body.
“W-What?” I ask shyly. I know they know what I was doing. I couldn’t contain some of the soft pleading moans that escaped when my mind drifted to them and our first night. I was so lost in my wanton thoughts that I didn’t hear them come in. I can hear their heavy breathing now.
I’m sure all three were just standing there enjoying the show I was putting on as I lost myself to the lust and my body’s craving for their touches again. Sadly, I knew deep down I wouldn’t be hitting the climax I needed so bad right now. Thoughts weren’t enough when I had them surrounding me day in and day out. Their scent lingering on my skin from the simple contact of carrying me or leaving a kiss on my head. Their voices vibrating through my body, heading straight to my greedy pussy that has been in a constant state of wet and needy since I got here.
This must be some type of Stockholm syndrome. I can’t be lusting after the men that have kidnapped me and held me hostage. Granted I’m in a pretty cage with daily bubble baths, yummy food, and all I have to do is ask and I’m pretty sure I could have whatever I wanted.
Like when I asked for something to do because I was so bored after the first few days of random conversations and just laying in bed to rest. The next day I had a stack of new books that I’ve been wanting for myself forever. I just never had the money and no one seemed interested at the Cozy Nook so I held off on getting them. I was so excited for the books that it took me a few hours to question how the hell they knew about my wish list. The only person who knew about my ultimate read list was Amber and we talked about it plenty at the shop.
I had asked Xander and he just laughed, saying they knew more about me then I thought. I was confused for a second until I remembered one of them saying something about how they have been watching me since I stumbled upon them killing a man.
A finger runs down my cheek making goosebumps skitter across my skin but I don’t dare move. It continues to trace down until it lands under my cheek and lifts. My head moves in the direction he wants, helpless to these men like a moth to a flame. My core clenches tights, crying for relief as my body heats.
I can feel Xander’s breath against my lips as he closes the space between us, as my own hitches. The scent of smooth whiskey and cigars filling my nose with every inch that disappears. “Little bird. I asked you a question and you need to answer.” He skates his nose up my cheek and I shiver until his lips meet my ear. “You’re a good girl, aren’t you?” he whispers huskily and I nod, suddenly eager to please this man. “Do you need assistance?” I nod again but he nips my lobe. “Words.”
“Y-Yes p-please.” I stutter, my throat hoarse and dry like the damn desert. My body is practically shaking with need. I need to be touched, the need is an all consuming feeling like life or death. I hear another groan before I’m lifted up out of the water and a startled yelp escapes from my lips as Xander cradles me to his chest. My arms go up and around his neck.
“Xander, you’re going to get soaked. I’m still wet.” I say with a whoosh of air as he spins on his heel and proceeds out of the streamy bathroom. The cool air of the room wraps around me instantly as we cross the doorway and a chill skirts across my skin.
I can hear Maverick to the side of us chuckling. “Oh Angel, he won’t be the only one getting soaked.” Followed by Jax’s not so subtle comment. “I love it when you’re wet, Princess.” My cheeks burn hot at their words and must be bright red to match. But I do want them to ring every ounce of pleasure out of me tonight. If this is my last then I want to feel the euphoria that only these men could pull from me.
Xander sits on the bed, me still wrapped in his arm and plastered to his chest. “Wren, we need to talk before we go any further.” I tense. Maybe they don’t want what I want. ``We were planning to have this conversation tonight at dinner but,” he pauses for a second, probably trying to figure out how to say this was fun but it’s not working out. I mean the woman from earlier sounded gorgeous, if not harsh and kind of a bitch. I could tell she was strong in a way that I’m not. Confident. That’s the kind of woman these men probably want.
I’m not that, not by a long shot. I’m positive if I could see I would probably jump at my own shadow. Not that anyone would blame me, not if they knew what I lived through. The monster I nearly escaped.
“But that fucking bitch had to show up. She is lucky we didn’t kill her for laying her hand on you Angel. But we know you don’t like killing so we told her if she ever came near you again, we wouldn’t hesitate.” Maverick continues on before Xander can.
“Plus, the clean-up would have taken forever.” Jax adds like that was the most annoying thing to consider and that killing a woman was just another day in the life of these men.
“Yes, well. Like I was saying we were going to have this talk over dinner but it seems that it needs to happen now.” I swallow the nerve’s bile that threatens to come up. “Little bird, we told you that you could leave when you got better. Do you remember that?” He asks like I might have actually forgotten that they were holding my freedom over my head like they were kings of the land and I, a measly pleasant here to do their bidding.
But I nod anyway. “Yes, you said once Doc cleared me that I could go back to my old life. My bookshop.” I reply in a small voice. I have a bad feeling that they aren’t going to let me go like they said. Deep down a small part of me is actually hoping they want to keep me but I slam the feeling back down into the dirt because that is ridiculous. Do they give great sex? Absolutely. Am I actually falling for my kidnappers? I can’t be. But the feeling I get at the thought of them sending me away from them makes me question my sanity.
“Yes, we did say that. Didn’t we.” He chuckles, the sound low and sultry making my lady bits tingle a bit more. Then he drops the bomb with his next words. “We lied. We never planned to let you go, little bird. You are ours.”
Those words confuse my brain. It’s like I’m short circuiting. His words are possessive, like they mean more than what he is saying. I’m their captive but the way he says ours is like I’m theirs in every sense of the word. Their captive and their woman. My heart skips a beat. Do I want this? To be theirs, I’m supposed to fight this, right. To kick and scream but I don’t. I take a deep inhale to calm my racing heart but there is only one thing left to do.
Chapter forty
Wren
“Ours?” I question because maybe I’m misunderstanding. Maybe they meant our captive, our prisoner, our toy to break but the way I heard it can’t be right. It sounded like our woman. Ours to keep.
My heart is working overtime as my breathing becomes shallow. Is this a panic attack? Why am I freaking out? I’m not supposed to care about these guys but I also know I’m lying to myself. Because I do care. These monsters have grown on me and the fear I once had has faded to dare I say something like love. The last few weeks stuck here with them has shown me another side of them. I thought these men were monsters but they aren’t. Are they saints no, not even close. But they do try to shelter me from that side of their lives.
“Yes, little bird, ours. You are our woman. You will not be leaving us. Ever.” He purrs into my ear, my body doing a full body shiver. “You may come and go as you please but one of us will always be with you. You may go back to work next week. The shop has been running smoothly.” My shoulders sag in relief when I hear I finally get to go back to my happy place. I’m not even mad that he is telling me I’m not leaving them. Actually, a weird tightness grips my chest, it’s not painful, more of a fluttering feeling. Could this be what feeling cared for feels like?
“Also, there is a charity gala this weekend that we want you to attend with us. Mrs. Williams is the one who put it on this year. It’s to raise money for a new reading program for the schools in this city. She called us asking if there was a way to get ahold of you. She wanted to invite you but since we were already planning to go you will be coming with us. I had Marie go shopping for you and she will help get you ready that day as well.” He says all matter of fact and I almost feel like he is breezing over all this you belong to us stuff. I have so many questions but Xander nips at my ear effectively making me forget whatever disagreeable thoughts that wanted me to object.
“Little bird I know you have some type of objection on the tip of your tongue. But I also know deep down you crave us.” He pauses. I jump as a finger slides up my spine. “Our touch.” Two more hands begin to caress my flesh, as goosebumps line my arms and legs. My core that had fully cooled down immediately flares like molten lava. Oh god is it possible to orgasm from just the feel of their hands skating across my skin like this. Their touch is not rough but soft, caring, like they are savoring the feel of my skin against theirs.
A low soft needy moan falls from my lips as someone’s fingers graze my nipples. I’m somewhat dry now since we sat here talking for a few minutes but the tip of my hair still slowly drips. I can feel Xander’s shirt and pants soaked against my skin since it absorbed most of the water that was on me.
“Angel, are you going to be a good girl and let us have you again? I’ve been waiting weeks to taste your cream on my tongue.” Maverick skims his tongue up the back of my neck, licking up the water droplets along its path.
Oh god, my pussy screams, “Yes, you dumb bitch we want them all and in all the ways.” But that’s not what leaves my mouth.
“Promise me you won’t hurt me. I can take the emotional damage but please, I don’t think I can take the physical.” My voice doesn’t sound like my own when I say this. I want to jump headfirst in with them and say fuck it but my past has taught me better. The last time I went all in on someone I thought I cared for and loved me, my body ended up broken, bruised, thrown in a ditch, and left for dead like the trash he thought I was. I refuse to let that happen again, even when the fear still courses through me when anyone raises their voice or I hear a loud unexpected noise.
