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Her friends glance at me, back at her, and then down to their plates. Verity’s gaze slides from me to Dom, and she slowly lowers her eyes, until she’s staring at her plate.
We walk right by her table, and I take a seat.
“What do you want for lunch, Duchess?” Tino asks with a mock bow.
I giggle. “A salad, chicken, maybe? Or tuna if they have it.”
“I’ll get it,” he says.
He and Kirill walk off to the service line, leaving me with Dom.
“I thought you hated me and wanted me gone.” I glance over at Verity. “That seems an awful lot of vengeance for someone you hate.”
“Maybe you’re growing on me a bit, sis.”
I try to bite back my smile at his words. I can’t let myself fall into something with these dangerous men. Plus, in a couple of days, he’s going to be my brother, so that would be weird as hell.
“Like a mold grows on walls,” he adds.
I snort and dig him in the ribs with my elbow.
“We told you, didn’t we? No one messes with what is ours.”
“How am I yours? If you hate me?” I don’t get these guys at all.
“Mine to hate. Mine to fuck. Mine to play with.” He says the words quietly, staring ahead, not at me.
“Like a toy?” I say, anger rising in me again.
“Yes, my pretty little toy. Verity doesn’t get to play with you. She did, and now she’s learned her lesson.”
Oh, my God. He’s so unhinged. But even though his words are insane, they’re also weirdly hot. Or, at least, they are to me and my supremely fucked up psyche. I need so much therapy, I’ll still be in counseling in my fifties at this rate.
“You do know that’s fucked up, right?” I shake my head.
“It is. Even more so is the fact you like it.”
“No, I don’t,” I lie.
He finally turns his gaze to me. “Liar, liar.” His words are soft. “I know for a fact your panties are wet. Your pulse has gotten faster at your neck, your eyes are dilated, and your cheeks are slightly flushed. Plus, when you get turned on, your upper arms get these cute goosebumps, and you’ve got them now.”
“I’m cold,” I snap.
“Ah, Duchess, do you want to borrow my sweater?” Dom doesn’t wait for an answer. He takes his sweater off, leaving himself in just a t-shirt and his jeans, and he hands it to me.
“Put it on,” he orders.
Like the stupid toy he claims I am, I take off the cap and put his sweater on. I do feel shivery and strange suddenly, but I don’t think it’s from the temperature of the room. The furnace in this old building is fierce, and the dining area is always warm from the amount of cooking going on here.
Still, I put the sweater on and immediately regret it. It’s so warm, from Dom’s body, and it smells of him. That woodsy scent he wears. It doesn’t help with the wetness growing between my legs, or the ache for him, Kirill, and Tino that is building in me.
My mind keeps going back to the fantasy of me with the three of them.
“Shall we just get some snacks to go, and take this party down to the den, baby?” Dom purrs at me, low and depraved.
He’s never called me baby before. I feel like something has shifted between us. Could this be all right? I’ve felt so vulnerable for a long time now. The idea of having three hard as nails men watching out for me is enticing.
Say no. Say no. Say no.
