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It was like looking at an original Rembrandt in all its glory and finding that he had painted another in its exact image with hints of deviation to it. From a distance, they looked the same. Up close was where one could see the differences. The subtle shift in brush strokes, the slight deviation of colors that could only be seen if you knew what you were looking for.
Seamus and Kiernan Kavanaugh were two original Rembrandts, painted one right after the other. Similar, yet different. I could see the subtle nuances that each man had, and it took my breath away. They were both solid muscle, but Seamus was slightly broader than his brother, whose lean body was meant for speed and agility. Tattoos littered their bodies, the ink a mix of Celtic knots and imagery that was unique to their own person.
Their personalities varied as well.
I’d noticed this at lunch. Seamus seemed to be more lighthearted and relaxed. He worked in shades of gray, twisting the rules without snapping them. Kiernan was black and white, constantly assessing for threats. For him, the rules were less of a guideline and more finite. They were two sides of the same coin, and even now, as my heart beat a staccato rhythm of fear and anticipation, I relished every minute of them.
Damn. I sounded like some insta-love heroine from those romance books Lina constantly threw at me.
The clink of a belt buckle thrust me from my thoughts. The leather swished through the belt loops of Seamus’s pants, causing my thighs to clench. With a small smirk, he threw the belt to the side, his pants following, along with his shirt, and then he was standing before me, naked in all his erect glory. He palmed his cock with his hand, giving himself a long, rough stroke.
All my thoughts disappeared, and there was nothing left but the hot flow of desire surging through me. The twins glanced at each other, another silent conversation between them, before Kiernan divested himself fully of his own clothes and strode toward the bed. Seamus sat down on the edge, slowly easing himself back.
Kiernan’s hand grabbed at my ankle, pulling me until I was bent over the edge of the bed, my ass high in the air. Licking his lips, Seamus adjusted himself so that his legs were on either side of me. He fisted my hair, shifting until his hot length was in line with my mouth.
“Here’s how this is going to work, wildcat,” Seamus purred dangerously. “We’re going to ask you some questions. If you answer honestly, we’ll reward you.” His eyes shifted to his brother, whose warm body had briefly left mine to rummage around in a drawer to my right. It was only moments before I could feel him behind me again, a slight buzzing echoing his footsteps.
A gasp fell from my parted lips as the tip of the vibrator pressed against my already swollen clit. A wanton moan slipped through me at the feel of the vibrations lighting up my core, the sensation sweeping through my body, lighting my neurons on fire. My skin erupted in goose bumps and my nipples pebbled.
“Understand, Bailey?” Kiernan growled from behind me.
Not trusting my voice, I simply nodded.
It sounded easy enough.
If he kept that vibrator on my pleasure button, I’d tell them every nuclear launch code I had…which was none, but it was the sentiment that counted.
Right?
“Good.” A small whimper surged through me when the vibration came to a sudden stop. Seamus’s fingers gripped my jaw firmly, but with a gentle touch, redirected my gaze to him. “Now, tell us your name, lass.”
I snorted. “You already know my name.”
Seamus’s gaze slid from mine to his brother, something unspoken shifting between the two of them before something swished through the air. I cried out as a line of hot fire lit up my ass. Seamus gripped my hair tightly in his hand. Taking advantage of my wide-open mouth, he thrust his cock inside, burying himself in the back of my throat without preamble. I gagged, spittle forming at the edge of my mouth as he controlled the movement of my head up and down his long shaft without giving me a reprieve.
Another line of hot fire had me screaming around Seamus’s cock, the vibrations of my cry making him groan in ecstasy.
Then it stopped.
Seamus lifted my head off his cock, leaving me panting for air, my chest heaving and arousal dripping down my thighs.
Fucked-up seemed like such a tame word to describe my reaction to their brutal yet somehow intimate treatment of my body.
“Ready to play, lass?”
“Christ,” I clenched my teeth against the ache that had developed not only in my ass but also my cunt. “It’s Bailey Jameson, for fuck’s sake.”
“Good girl,” Kiernan cooed, his hand coming down to rub at the ache in my ass, kneading the abused flesh. God, would I be bruised from his belt? “See how easy that was?” He leaned down to whisper in my ear. “You lie; you get punished. You tell the truth; we’ll reward you.”
“Where’s my reward, then?” I snarked. Seamus laughed.
“He stopped spanking you, didn’t he, wildcat?”
I’m so glad he found it amusing.
“Why isn’t your last name the same as the Crowes’?” Seamus jumped right into the next question.
“Because they didn’t want to dishonor where I came from.” I shrugged nonchalantly. It wasn’t a complete lie, although not changing my name didn’t have anything to do with disrespect and everything to do with the fact that they didn’t want anyone putting two and two together. If the media got hold that Richard Crowe had a child as a result of an affair, when he’d built his entire political campaign off family values, he’d be done for.
