Page 29 of Filthy Christmas


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Trying to get away only pisses me the fuck off. If she sent the cops our way, we would have to move again. I’m mad thinking about how her actions could have fucked us over. All it does is make me want to hurt her. To give her something to cry about.

“How far did you think you were going to get?” Mason demands, standing beside me and looking just as pissed as I feel. “You’re barefoot and practically naked. It’s like thirty degrees out there.”

“Let me go, please.” She repeats so quietly, I can barely hear her. “I’ll run away. I’ll make myself disappear.”

“Yeah, right.” Bending down, I take her by the waist, lifting her up and throwing her over my shoulder. She flops like a rag doll. “You have the money to make yourself disappear? Tell me another good one.”

“What are you doing?” She squirms when I start up the stairs, heading for my bedroom.

“I’m making sure you don’t get any other smart ideas about running away.”

“No. No!” Her fighting gets worse when she realizes where we’re going. Once we’re in the room, I flip on the lights before dumping her on the bed. She scrambles around, trying to get away, but the sight of Mason standing in the doorway stops her. She knows she’s trapped.

There are neckties in the closet. Gifts from a long time ago, gifts Mom thought I’d enjoy. Granted, she believed her sons worked in an office someplace, so it was only natural she would try to outfit us on our birthdays and at Christmas. They’ve never been used.

Until now. Until I tie Frankie’s wrists to the headboard, pulling the silk tight enough to make her wince. Something about the sight and sound of that makes my cock twitch. Her arms are above her head, hands resting on the pillow. She’s completely helpless now.

I lean over her, taking in the scent of the shampoo she uses and the faint perspiration she’s managed to work up. “Wasn’t it better when we didn’t have to tie you up? You brought this on yourself.” She tries to turn away from me, but it’s no use. She’s trapped. Her thin T-shirt shifts a little, riding up on her thighs and brushing over her taut nipples. Hunger unfurls deep in my core. “I’m not gonna lie, though. I like you tied up like this.”

A shiver runs down her body. And she thought she had something to be scared of before.

One glance at my brother tells me he’s thinking along the same lines—he’s breathing harder, nostrils flared, gaze fixed on Frankie’s delicious body. She’s doing the same thing to him she’s doing to me without meaning to. Enticing. Teasing.

“Please… don’t do this,” she begs so sweetly, not knowing the kind of pleasure we could bring her. She is afraid, in shock, but we could make it good for her. I could definitely convince her body.

My cock might be ready, but the rest of me needs sleep and time to think. I need to figure out what we’re supposed to do with her now that she’s here, so I kick off my shoes and stretch out next to Frankie on the king-sized bed. When she tries to squirm away again, she gets a surprise in the form of Mason, who’s doing the same as I am. She’s not just trapped. She’s sandwiched between us.

“Relax,” I mutter, closing my eyes. “If you didn’t try to get away, this wouldn’t be happening. We can’t trust you now.”

“I won’t ever try again. I swear.” Her head swings back and forth between us. “Please, don’t make me do this.”

“All you had to do was behave yourself.” Mason snickers when she whimpers at the touch of his fingers against her cheek. “Chill out. You might end up enjoying your time with us.”

“I doubt it. I’m scared,” she admits.

“You should be, but not of us. You should be scared of the guy who ordered the hit. And right now, we’re the only people standing in his way.”

Scrunching her eyebrows together, she looks conflicted, probably trying to figure out if she can trust anything we are saying. “If all of that is true, why are you protecting me?”

“Once we saw you in your princess bed, we couldn’t kill you. You were just too cute, too innocent, too tempting.”

“You want me for sex?” she asks directly.

“Yes,” I admit shamelessly.

“I bet you didn’t put this on your list to Santa,” Mason adds.

I’m still grinning at his joke as I settle my head onto my pillow. “Don’t worry, doll. Right now, we’re just sleeping. Try to catch some, too.”

I close my eyes, and it doesn’t take me long to fall asleep, and Frankie’s soft whimpers fade to silence.

4

FRANKIE

What do I do now?

There’s no getting away. Not with one of them on either side of me. I’m not even sure they’re sleeping. What if this is a test to see how I’ll handle things?

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