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I can’t move my hands, and my arms hurt from being over my head for hours. How am I supposed to sleep? Then again, I don’t think I’d be sleeping anyway. There’s too much to think about and be afraid of. What are they going to want once they’re awake? I saw the way they both looked at me, especially when Evan tied me up. They want me, and I’m pretty sure they like knowing I can’t do anything to stop them. As a matter of fact, I’m a little shocked they didn’t act on it right away. Maybe a part of their game is leaving me to drown in my own thoughts and fears.
I try to shift a little without waking either of them. I wish I was wearing more clothes. My shirt’s already up around my waist, and I’m chilly but more afraid of what’ll happen if either of them wakes up and sees me like this. They didn’t put a blanket over me, or themselves for that matter. Of course, they are fully dressed, unlike me.
Even with a few inches between us, I can feel their body heat radiating from them, and part of me wants them to slide just a little closer. I force myself to stay still and not give in to the temptation their warmth is giving me, but after another while, I give up. I’m so fucking tired and cold. I just want to be able to go to sleep for a little while.
Carefully, I wiggle toward Mason, who is closest to me. My side presses against his arm, and I sigh as his body heat seeps into my cold skin. I try to stay still, but my body is greedy, and I move even closer, wanting more.
It doesn’t take long for that to happen. Mason snorts in his sleep, then yawns.Shit, I woke him up.I watch him out of the corner of my eye, afraid to breathe. It’s almost a shame he’s so gorgeous.
His dark eyes find mine when he opens them, and a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth when he takes in the sight of me pressed up against him. “Cold?” he whispers, draping an arm around me.
“I’m fine,” I whisper, terrified of his brother waking up. I try to pull away, but his arm is holding me in place like an iron bar.
“You look cold. There are goose bumps all up and down your legs. You’re shaking, and your skin is cold to the touch.”
“You didn’t give me a blanket,” I say softly, wondering if he is going to take this as backtalk and get angry.
“We’re here to keep you warm.” He smiles and runs his hand over my arm, sending a shiver down my body.
“I don’t want this,” I say in a tight voice. “I’d rather have a blanket or some clothes.”
“I don’t remember asking what you want.”
Of course, he didn’t. No one ever asks me what I want. It’s like I don’t even matter.
He runs a hand down and over my legs, chuckling when I try to move away from his touch. “Relax. I’ve never gotten a complaint from a woman.”
Is that supposed to make me feel better?
A whimper works its way out of me when his hand moves up, skimming my skin before closing over my mound. At least I’m wearing panties, but it doesn’t matter. He presses his fingers against my slit, his breath coming faster. Shorter. “This is nice and warm,” he murmurs before nuzzling my neck. I squeeze my eyes shut and order myself not to react.
There’s movement on my other side, and I know now I never had a chance. This was always going to happen. “Mm, what’s this?” Evan rolls onto his side, facing me. “Having fun without waking me up? That’s rude.” Like this is a big joke.
Evan grins at his brother before sliding a hand under my shirt and fondling my breasts. I wish his warm hand wouldn’t feel so good on my cold skin and that his touch didn’t make my nipples go hard. “Hmm. You sure you don’t want this? Your tits have other ideas.” He raises the shirt over my chest, then up over my head until it’s around my wrists. I’ve never been so humiliated, not even at work. Nothing Dimitri did was anything close to this.
Evan lowers his head, taking a nipple between his lips. I close my eyes and try to pretend I’m not here, but at the same time… it’s doing something to me, the way he swirls his tongue in a slow circle before sucking. What starts off as a broken whimper turns into more of a moan when he sucks harder.
Mason runs his tongue over my throat before nipping my earlobe. “Enjoy yourself,” he whispers, his breath hot and moist on my skin. “Don’t hold back.” His fingers move over my pussy, a thin strip of cotton in the way. When he presses harder, I want to ask for more even as I shake my head like I don’t want it.What’s wrong with me?
Evan releases my nipple and gets up. For a second, I want to believe that’s as far as things will go—but when he starts unbuckling his belt, I know we’re just getting started. The bulge jutting out in front of him makes my eyes go wide. “Like what you see?” He peels off his boxer briefs and reveals what has to be eight inches of thick, hard dick.
I pry my eyes away from it but can’t stop staring at the rest of his body. Well-defined muscles, abs I could do laundry on. Thick thighs. All of it together is enough to stir up hunger deep in my core, and that only confuses me worse than ever.
Mason gets up to take his clothes off, too, while Evan crawls onto the foot of the bed. He reaches for my panties, and I try to fight him off. All it does is make him growl and take my ankles in his hands, squeezing until it almost hurts. “Stop fighting, we’re not going to hurt you. We’ll make you come before we fuck you.”
“And after?” That’s what I’m really worried about. I can handle sex. I can even handle it rough, but what I can’t handle is being discarded after. “You’re just going to keep me tied up as your sex slave?”
“It didn’t have to be that way, but you showed us you can’t be trusted,” Mason answers.
Evan adds, “We saved your life. Consider this repayment.”
It’s not their words but rather the power in his hands that makes me stop fighting. He could hurt me. Badly.
“Good girl.” It’s a dark chuckle. I hate him for it. I hate him even more for pulling my panties off and spreading my thighs. Heat flushes my skin. Humiliation.
“You like this, don’t you? Being helpless.” Shaking my head, I try to tug on my restraints, but it does no good. He only chuckles as he parts my legs wider and stares down at my pussy. “Oh, yeah. You like it. Look how wet you are.” He dips his fingers into that wetness, raising them so I can see how they glisten. My heart almost stops beating when he lifts them to his lips so he can lick them clean.
He grins at Mason. “You need to get a taste of this.” But when Mason moves like he wants to take his brother’s place, Evan shakes his head. “When I’m finished.”
