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“Should I be?” I ask him.
“Are you?” he questions me.
“Is your cock as big as his?” I nod my head to his brother.
“Of course it is.” He smirks.
“Nope! No idea whatsoever,” I sing as I pass them and go straight to my room. Not long after, Kyson bursts in, holding my things. Shit, I forgot about them.
“What’s this?” He holds up the garment bag.
“I got a job. That’s my uniform. And I came to ask if I could borrow your car, but you weren’t there,” I say, biting my lip.
“I’m here, and yes, you can. When do you start?”
“In a few days.”
“Are you still thinking about fucking us both?” he asks.
“I said I wasn’t interested.” I shake my head. “But the more you mention it, the more it will pop into my head.” I pause and look at him. “Do you want me to picture it?” and a part of me wants him to say yes. I’ve been telling myself that I do not like this man, despite how attracted I am to him, and yet here I am. Wanting him to say words I’m not sure I’m prepared to hear.
“Dinner will be ready in ten,” he says gruffly, then turns and stalks out.
Not long after Kyson leaves, I see Kenzo pass by my door with a smirk on his face. He nods to me and keeps going.
I lie back on the bed carefully, and all I can think about is how hot both of them would be standing side by side, naked.
Guess I am fantasizing about it.
Thank you, Kyson.
Guess I know what I will be dreaming of tonight.
Two Hunters.
But it’s only one of them who I want to tie me up and tell me what a good girl I am.
How fucked is that?
For all I know, he is going to kill me, and here I am, hoping he’s going to fuck me.
Fuck! I’m fucked.
Thirteen
Kyson
“You like her,” Kenzo says, and I firmly shake my head. “It’s why she’s still breathing and driving your car.”
“I’d have to agree, Mr. Hunter. He does like her.”
“Nancy,” I growl, and she simply chuckles and walks back out.
I turn to face Kenzo again. “Why are you here?”
“I finished at the Red Room, and Pops was heading to my house. I figured I would speak to you first before him.” I sit back, not sure what to say. He knows I found information on Pops, but he doesn’t know the extent of it.
“How often are you going to the red room these days?” I ask. The Red room is in the sex club our friend, Grayson, owns. The Red room is for blood play—Kenzo likes to cut and be cut.
