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She knew she wasn’t going to escape him. Kingston watched with his hands in his pockets as she stood there in the middle of the hall, oblivious to everything but her.
Only her.
Her eyes were bright and sparkling, and her cheeks were red. Her hair was messy. And fuck, that dress of hers would haunt them for the rest of their lives if they didn’t get to take it off her tonight.
He could see her indecision all over her face. He could see Fletcher’s mark on her neck, and Nolan’s on her lips, which were now swollen and so gorgeous that the thought of his cock sliding into her mouth made him harder than he thought possible.
They never thought about consequences when it came to business because they dealt with it accordingly. But for her, they would give up everything—their money, their lives—if it meant they could keep her.
They had no idea how her mother or Mickie were going to take this, but it didn’t really matter either. She was theirs from day one, and now they were claiming her.
All of her.
He closed the distance between them. She made a feeble attempt at escape. But he caught her from behind and held her to him, with her back against his chest.
Goddamn, she fit so fucking perfectly against his cock. Her ass was meant to nestle against his like this. The thought of feeling her naked against him thickened his dick to the point where it hurt.
“Kingston,” she sobbed, defeated, as he turned her around, but with his arms still tight around her.
“Let me brand you, Holly. Because you’re ours now.”
There was nothing better than her tears and her soft cries of defeat. She turned her neck and offered him his side to mark.
And fuck the explosion of her taste in his mouth, which rattled him. She stripped them down to their base level, and now they couldn’t hide their fierce, obsessive, and possessive need to have her.
They had held off for six fucking years because she was their stepsister, but no more.
She was theirs now. That’s all she was.
Chapter Eight
Holly paced the hotel room. She had so many emotions to take care of that she was losing track of them all.
She had called Fyre and told her everything, but all Fyre had said was that the next move was hers. So, no help.
Oh god.
They were her stepbrothers.
Those scoundrels. How had she fallen for it? Oh, two hickeys and a kiss on her lips, and suddenly she’d been cured of her idea to date Greg. Was that their plan?
Her mouth fell open. Of all the lowly things they could have done. And she had been this close to actually blurting out that she loved them.
She sank down on the bed and thanked her lucky stars that she hadn’t said anything incriminating. Well, her moans of pleasure could not be held against her because she would deny that she was moaning; she was, in fact, groaning and hoping they would stop.
She was such a mess. Now she knew what it was like to be touched by them. And it was going to haunt her forever now. There was no hope for her now. Ever.
No, there was.
As soon as she got out of the dress, she was going to make things happen. They were not going to play with her emotions that way ever again.
If she could just get the damn zipper down. After much trying, she decided it was now or never, and it was going to be in this dress. Unfortunately.
After kissing her silly and leaving deep dark red marks on both sides of her neck, Holly had found a way to escape the party while Robbie had yet again taken their attention.
She also couldn’t find Greg. But she planned to put in a full effort once she got changed. Since that wasn’t going to happen, she was going to have to do everything in the dress.
