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“That would be my absolute pleasure, baby.” Elliot is more dangerous than a hunter. He always says the sweetest things until you’re in his clutches. He lures people in until they’re so close he can strangle them with both hands. “Come on.” Snapping his fingers at me, he shows his lack of patience.
They both follow me to the bedroom, walking closely behind me until I reach the closet. Then they make me sit on the bed.
“I’ll choose for you,” Elliot says as he enters the walk-in wardrobe. Ethan leans on the wall, watching me like a hawk with his strong arms crossed over his chest.
“How’s the music?” I ask, using the sheets to give myself a semblance of dignity.
He ignores me, bringing a hand in front of him and scratching some of the black nail-polish he’s wearing. It’s always chipped from playing the guitar.
“Have you composed any songs since I last saw you?” To say Ethan is a musical genius would be an understatement. He can play any instrument he touches, read music like one would read a book. He’s beautiful when he plays. Not that I’ve seen it in a while.
Clearly finding my small talk unbearable, he knocks on the wall the room shares with the closet. “Are you done in there?” he shouts at Elliot. His voice isn’t as deep as his brother’s. It’s slightly higher and raspier. Fucking addictive.
Ethan and Elliot are technicallystepbrothers, but they grew up together since they were six, so they started considering themselves brothers a long time ago. Elliot is only a year older than Ethan and me.
“Well, would you look at that,” Elliot cheers as he walks back into the room. He’s holding one of Stan’s button-downs and a pair of silk sleeping shorts in one hand. In the other, he’s got a basket of Stan’s favorite toys.
My nostrils flare as my eyes narrow. “Put that shit away,” I snap harder than I should. He’ll know they’re a weakness to me.
He chuckles, bright eyes meeting mine. “I don’t think you’re in any position to give orders, baby.”
“Stop calling me baby.”
“You want me to stop calling you baby?” His voice lowers, a few shades of darkness I know don’t announce anything good. He slowly stalks toward me, purposely giving me time to regret my demand.
“What would you like me to call you instead?” With another slow step, his blue eyes dig into mine. “Traitor?”
I attempt to swallow the ball of nerves sticking at the back of my throat. The bastard doesn’t stop until he’s right in front of me, towering over me as I tighten the sheet around my body.
“Manipulative bitch?” he insists, letting me know what he really thinks of me.
“No.” I do attempt to say it loudly, but it seems my body didn’t get the memo and is trying to make itself small in front of the hunter.
He rips the sheet off, and my hands come to grab the edge of the mattress on either side of me. “Whore?”
I shake my head, my eyes darting to Ethan still leaning against the wall. He’s watching us, completely unimpressed.
Elliot’s excited stare goes to my legs, dragging it languidly along my thighs and stopping at my bare pussy. Pressing my thighs together doesn’t help one bit. I feel watched, practically analyzed.
“Mm, Jade,” he hums with appreciation. “I’m not ashamed to say Iamone of those men who is a fan of what’s between your legs. I bet…what did you say his name is? Stan? I bet he loves it too.”
He puts the basket on the mattress and grabs a pair of black panties from inside. They’re all lace apart from the crotch, which is thick cotton.
“What’s that?” he questions out loud. He brings it in front of his face, inspecting it and sliding his finger inside the pocket in the crotch. His eyebrows furrow, and he looks back into the basket, grabbing the clitoral stimulator that goes in the pocket and the remote that controls it.
“Oh,” he chuckles. “This is perfect.”
“This isn’t a fucking game,” I hiss. “I’m coming with you. Now stop playing around and let me get dressed.”
I try to reach the button-down he left on the side of the bed, but he grabs my arm before I can touch it. “Jade,” he admonishes me in a tone he pretends is playful but is thick with a threat. “Put this on.”
He shoves the panties in my hand.
“This isn’t fucking funny. You’re already bringing me back to the North Shore, where you know Caden will have my head. There’s no need to humiliate me in the process.”
“I think there’s a need for whatever I want. And I want you to wear those. I’ll only turn them on if you’re a bad girl.” He cocks his head to the side, assessing me. “Do you think you can behave for me?”
Fuming silently and wanting to get this over with, I snap into a standing position and angrily put on the panties. Before he can stop me, I snatch the button-down and slide it on too.
