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“What does it matter?” She snarls. “As long as I play the pretty whore, right?”
“You think I’d ask you to sell your body for this? After what you told me?”
Digger swings his head left and right to follow the volley.
“Can’t see how else I’d be useful.” Rae shrugs.
“That so?”
She folds her arms high on her chest. “That’s so.”
Fucking girl ain’t got no idea what a man would do for her. The spell she casts would incite a man to murder for no less than a playful smile and a minute of her time. The fact she thinks herself no better than a pretty pound of flesh itches at my knuckles, worms beneath my ribcage. “Get your ass over here,” I growl, upper lip snarling as I speak.
She swallows, honeyed eyes flickering to Digger for the briefest second.
My brother does nothing other than shift his seat, gripping his jeans to tug a handful of the crotch looser around his no doubt thickening cock.Sick fuck.He’d love to see her crawl. Love to see her needy and compliant, I bet.
“You want to see what happens when you make me repeat myself?” I edge out of the hunched-over position I’m in, straightening my back and setting my hands atop my thighs. “Now, Rae.”
She rises from the seat with a huff. Her feet hesitate a beat before she slowly cants around the table and to my position. Her folded arms and lifted eyebrow are the only acquiescence I’m allowed.
“You got any idea what you do to a man?”
Her gaze darts to the side, then back. “Some.”
“I bet all you got from your past boyfriends was the bullshit lines about how pretty you are,” I say. “How fuckin’ fine that body is when they’ve got their hands on it. How much they need you around. Am I right?”
She nods, swallowing hard.
“They ever tell you why, though?”
“What do you mean?”
I glance around her waist at Digger. The fucker has his arms folded high on his chest—out of trouble—lap rising with each clench of his butt. Fucker is worked up by this shit, and I’ve barely begun.
“I mean, baby girl.” I return focus to the goddess of a woman towering over me. “They ever tell youwhyit was they were so infatuated with you? How when you leave the room, the oxygen goes too? That when you lift your gaze, the fuckin’ world ceases to exist until you look away again?” I snag a hand around the back of her thigh and tug her closer, between my open legs. “Any of those fuckers tell you that bein’ given access to your body is a privilege akin to touchin’ God himself? That the spell you weave simply by bein’youis enough to have a man kill in your name for a hope at ten seconds of bein’ yours?”
“I’m not that special.” She utters a pathetic little giggle. A distraction. A deflection.
I grip her around the waist, mesmerized by the sight of my meaty hands on her feminine form. “You’re special enough that two brothers are fightin’ over who gets the first taste.”
She stiffens, head turning to look at Digger over her shoulder. I follow the line of her sight, curious, when my brother abruptly sits straighter in his seat and clears his throat.
Rae flinches beneath my touch, drawing attention to the fact my hands have tightened at the thought. At the possibility. No. At the fuckingknowledgethat he’d do this first.
“You fuckin’ already did, didn’t you?”
“Tyke…”
“When?” I roar, pushing Rae away.
He fucking sat there and promised. He looked me in the eye and said he’d let her choose. And he made the conscious fucking decision to fail to tell me he’d already got a head start.
And neither of the fuckers had the guts to tell me shit.
“The day she arrived.” Dig runs a hand over his head, eyeing Rae from under his brow as she retreats to the sofa on my left. “It was late at night. She couldn’t sleep.”
“So you thought you’d fuck her into the land of nod?” I fold my arms, anger pulsing through me in a hot need to discharge the frustration onto something.
