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“Then we’re going to wake you up and fuck you.”
Kiss.
“Tonight is all about taking care of you, Angel. Because we almost fucking died when we thought someone might hurt you today and we need you to know how much we love you.”
“I do know,” she whispers.
“Yeah? Well, we’re gonna remind you anyway. Just sleeping and eating and fucking and making you come.”
“Oh, holy fuck!” she hisses as Mikey’s mouth settles over her clit while Shane slides his fingers inside her.
“We’re going to take real good care of you, baby,” Liam murmurs against her skin.
I rub my hand over her stomach as she squirms, pulling at her restraints. I can’t believe we almost lost her today – almost lost all of them. I want to wrap her in my arms and never let her leave my sight again. I want to kiss and lick and touch every millimeter of her body so the taste and the feel of her is burned into my brain until the end of time.
“Oh,” she whimpers as the first orgasm hits quickly, her body trembling as Shane holds her thighs open while Mikey carries on eating her pussy.
“You have to let me touch you too,” she breathes as she pulls at the belt binding her wrists.
“You’re touching all of us, Jessie,” Shane says as he pushes a finger inside her and gently finger-fucks her.
“You know what I mean,” she pants as she looks down at him and Mikey worshipping her pussy. I’ll be swapping places with one of them in about thirty seconds because I want to worship it myself but before I do, I turn her face to mine and kiss her softly, swallowing her soft moans as she’s brought to the brink again.
Chapter 40
Jessie
Alarge hand reaches for me, clawing at my skin, his fingertips grazing my arm as I shrink back from him, pressing myself back against the damp wall as far as I can. Breathing in as though it will me make me smaller somehow. I want to scream but I’m too afraid. I want my mom. I want my papa.
The giant man curses in Russian as he pushes his arm deeper into the crack of the door and I shrink back further, my eyes wide and my mouth tightly closed as I peer at him through the gap in the cupboard door that he’s reaching through. His teeth are bared like a dog, his eyes wild with fury. He turns his head to the side as he grunts his annoyance, changing his angle so he might reach me.
There is a tattoo on the base of his neck. A bird. With black eyes and orange wings. It wears a symbol on its chest. Zhar-ptitsa – a firebird. My papa tells me stories of the firebird and the princess. Of difficult quests and true love.
The man’s hand grasps for me again, curling over the fabric of my pajamas and I let out an ear-splitting scream.
Then he is gone.
My eyes snap open in the dark room as my heart beats wildly in my chest, just like my eight-year-old self in my dream. Except that was no dream. It was a memory. A long-buried one that had been lost in the jumbled collection of fairytales and nightmares of my childhood. But that was real. It happened. That tattoo was real. And it is the same one I saw yesterday.
There is a hand gripping my waist and I turn to see Conor curled up beside me, a protective arm wrapped around me.
On the other side of me, Mikey and Liam snore softly. Shane isn’t here though. I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist working even after forbidding me to. I wriggle from Conor’s grip, trying to shift from under him without disturbing him.
I fail.
“Where are you going?” he grumbles sleepily.
“I need my computer.”
“No. Sleep!” he commands as he pulls me tighter, resting his chin on my shoulder.
“I recognize the tattoo. I’ve seen it before,” I whisper.
He opens his eyes and narrows them at me. “When?”
“When I was little. Some men tried to kidnap me and they had the same tattoo.”
Conor sits up and takes my hand and indicates his head toward the door and together we both climb out of the bed without disturbing the twins. He hands me a t-shirt and I pull it over my head while he puts on a pair of sweatpants and then we leave the room and head to Shane’s office.
