Chapter 32
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
HANNAH
Holy fucking shit.
Why does my body burst to life at the idea of being held hostage by these two men?
I mean, I’ve been in a constant state of horniness since this morning, probably because every time I move a muscle, the pressure in my ass has my pussy desperate to be filled the same way.
Apparently, my body hasn’t gotten the memo that we’re angry at both Asher and Rowan.
“You like the idea of being chased, Little Doe?” Asher’s voice is darker than I can ever recall it being, the roughness sending need straight to my core.
Fuck.
“Answer him,” Rowan says from beside me.
When the fuck did he even move?
“Yes,” I whisper. “I like the idea of being chased.”
“You gave our girl an apt nickname.”
Asher smirks. “I sure did. This house is quite secluded, surrounded by a dense forest.”
A shiver vibrates through my body, giving away how much their words are affecting me.
“Maybe one day we’ll have to go for a run,” he murmurs, his lips so close I’m struggling to remember why I can’t close the distance and taste him.
“And by a run, you mean a hunt?” Rowan asks roughly.
The image they’re painting has my pussy so wet I’m pretty sure the chair beneath me is soaked. Before Asher, I liked dirty talk as much as the next person, but now? Now his words elicit the same kind of response his body does.
“Exactly.” He smirks, tightening his hold on my throat. “Do you want us to hunt you, Little Doe?”
Jesus.
If it were possible to melt, I’d be a puddle on the chair by now, because the picture they’re painting, the promises they’re making, are doing things to my body that I didn’t think were possible.
I nod, unable to force words to my lips.
“You know I need a vocal response, Hannah,” Asher admonishes.
“Yes,” I whisper. “I want you to hunt me.”
“Fuck,” Rowan groans, his hand fisting his tented sweatpants.
“Your wish is our command.” Asher brushes his lips over mine in a barely there kiss.
“Not today, though.”
My eyes flicker to the side to meet Rowan’s wild gaze. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him look quite so…unhinged, but seeing how I affect someone as put together as him does nothing to tamp down my need.
“Don’t look at me like that, sweetheart,” he murmurs, dropping into a crouch beside the chair.
“It’s not safe to send you running through a forest right now, but you better believe as soon as it is, we’ll take you out, give you a five-minute head start, and then when we catch you, we’ll fuck you in the dirt.
Force you to take us both until you’re a filthy, panting mess. How does that sound?”
A strangled moan fills the room, and it takes me a moment to realize the sound came from me. “So good.”
Rowan smiles down at me, his eyes full of pride. “So fucking perfect for us.”
My chest warms, the feeling of being truly wanted for the first time in my life moving through me like wildfire.
For a long time, I thought I’d never find someone to want me for who I was, rather than what I could give them.
People only wanted to be friends with me, only wanted to date me, only wanted to be seen with me, because of who my family is, and it left me deeply untrusting of everyone who comes into my life.
But things are different with Asher, and now Rowan. They only ever mention the things they want to give me, not what I can give them, and it’s one of the main reasons I can’t trust myself when it comes to them.
How am I supposed to resist two men who say all the things I’ve longed to hear my whole life?
Our moment is cut short when my phone starts vibrating on the table beside me.
Rowan drags in a breath, savoring the moment before he presses a gentle kiss to my forehead and hands me my phone.
I glance down at the caller ID and sigh.
I’ve been dodging my grandfather’s calls all day, but he’s only going to keep calling, and the longer I leave it, the more pissed he’s going to be.
Asher lifts me from the chair before turning us and sitting down with me straddling his lap, sending sparks of need to my pussy.
I need to get this fucking plug out of my ass before I have a spontaneous orgasm.
Rowan gives me a knowing look but doesn’t move away as I accept the call with shaky hands.
“Hi, Granddad,” I say, forcing my voice to sound happy to speak to him. “Sorry I missed your calls. I’ve been working all day to set myself up for the week.”
Not a lie.
Every weekend, I like to spend a few hours each day so I can catch up on anything I missed during the week and update my own records so I always know where everything is at.
“Trent called me this morning, furious that my granddaughter could be so disrespectful. You’re representing the Malone name, and therefore you need to act like it.”
“Me? Disrespectful?” I laugh. “That man was the most repulsive, sexist, misogynist I’ve ever met and spent the entire time we were together insulting me.”
“I don’t care, Hannah. It’s your responsibility to do as you’re told to support the future of this family.”
I open my mouth to respond but quickly snap it shut again. No wonder I have so many hang-ups around trust when this is how my family treats me.
“And then that piece of shit your mother married threatened him? I had to talk him down from pressing charges.”
I scoff. “He’d have to explain the bruise he left on my wrist if he did that, so I very much doubt that ever crossed his mind.”
“You’ve always been a disappointment, but this is a new low, even for you.”
His words hit me exactly where he intends, my chest tightening until I can barely breathe.
“Trent has agreed to another dinner with you, provided you promise to behave yourself.”
“No.”
“Excuse me?”
“I said no. Like I’ve told you repeatedly for months, I have a boyfriend.
I went to dinner last night as a favor to you, but as I said when you called, it was a one-off.
I’m not on the market, and therefore you can tell Trent and anyone else you have lined up that I will not be going out with them. ”
“How dare you—”
I hang up before he can finish his sentence. If not for my own sanity, but for that of the two men who look murderous at the way I was just spoken to.
I slump against Asher’s chest, his arms immediately tightening around me as he silently holds me together.
Rowan drags a chair across the room until he’s perched in front of us, his hands wandering my back and sides in comforting passes.
“I’m sorry you had to hear that,” I murmur.
“You’re apologizing to us?” Asher asks incredulously.
I nod. “I’m used to him being an asshole, but that doesn’t mean either of you should have to deal with it.”
“That’s not something you should be used to, sweetheart, and it’s not a burden you have to bear alone any longer.”
Tears well in my eyes at the sweet sentiment.
I’ve spent my whole life longing for a safe place, and somehow that’s what I’ve found in their arms.
How am I supposed to keep fighting this thing between us when it feels so fucking right?