Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
ANGELICA
They were going to destroy me.
I knew it the moment I stepped into Silas’s room, the air thick with something predatory, suffocating. My pulse hammered, that ache between my legs twisting into something darker, something I shouldn’t want.
But I did.
God help me, I did.
Silas sat against the headboard waiting, watching.
He always watched. Eyes like a hunter’s, calculating, knowing.
A touch came at my back, a heavy hand slid along my spine, dragging my panties over my hips.
Behind me, Theo, all violence and hunger, those wide, pin-prick drug-soaked pupils pinned on me.
I was trapped between them.
I swallowed hard, forcing myself to think and feel the graze of those fingers. I still had a way out. One that made my pulse race. One I tried to fight, but I knew I couldn’t anymore.
I still had… sex .
It was the only thing I had left.
If I gave them what they wanted, if I made them need me, crave me, maybe—maybe I could twist this to my advantage. The thought barely formed in my head before that voice slithered in.
Good girl, Angelica. Now you have them.
My stomach turned.
Not now.
Not him.
But that monster’s voice from the Order had already sunk its claws into my brain, wrapping around my thoughts, whispering like poison.
That’s right. You were made for this.
No .
Use it.
NO .
Silas leaned forward, dragging a lazy hand down his chest, his muscles tense, his smirk knowing. “You’re thinking too much, Angel.”
Theo’s breath ghosted over the back of my neck. “She’s always thinking. Always calculating. She’s a liar after all, isn’t she? A goddamn beautiful liar.”
His fingers gripped my hair, yanking me back, exposing my throat. I let out a sharp gasp, but not from fear. Because my body—traitorous, filthy broken—responded to it.
Theo’s chuckle was dark, knowing. “See? She likes it.”
Silas’s smirk deepened. “Of course she does.”
They were toying with me. Playing with their prey.
But I was playing too, wasn’t I?
I was destroying them more than they realised, picking apart the seams of this family until there is nothing but utter devastation left behind.
But I could use this.
I had to.
“Last chance, little liar.” Silas murmured, his dark eyes sparkling. “You want out, wanna run again?”
Theo’s fingers curled around the strands of my hair. I let him manhandle me, allowing my lips to part and an inhuman sound escape my chest. One that sounded like surrender.
“I thought so,” Silas gripped my throat, driving my chin upwards until the tendons in my neck stretched taut. “You are a liar, Angelica. A cruel, fucking, beautiful liar.”
My breath hitched. Something twisted in my chest, something dangerous.
He knew.
Not just about this. Not just about my games, my tricks, my body.
He knew what I was hiding.
The flash of memory hit me like a gunshot.
BOOM .
There was a gun in my hand and my father’s blood on my skin, my mother screaming, no, not screaming—begging me.
NOOOO! What have you done, Angel? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?
But then a flicker moved through my head and instead of the mother I loved in front of me, there was nothing but red and silence.
I shuddered, bile rising in my throat.
Theo felt it.
His grip tightened in my hair, yanking me back to him. “What was that, Angel?” His voice was too low, too knowing.
I shook my head.
Nothing.
I couldn’t think about that.
Not now.
Not ever.
Silas slid his hand from my throat to knead the muscles of my thighs, not touching where I needed him to, just teasing, tormenting, making my body burn for him.
For them.
I hated them for it.
But I hated myself more.
“Tell us what you were thinking just now,” Silas murmured.
I clenched my jaw, willing my body to stay still, to fight, to not break apart for them. But Theo yanked me back against his chest, his hand sliding around my throat, his teeth grazing my ear.
“Lying little bitch,” he murmured, and I shivered.
Silas’s fingers brushed higher, slipping between my thighs. I gasped, body jerking, betraying me.
He exhaled a mocking laugh, his fingers moving slowly, deliberately down the crease of my pussy, just enough to make my body tremble.
“I could make you beg, Angel.”
Theo’s grip tightened, his other hand trailing down my stomach as he moved forward, making me arch as he watched his brother’s fingers trail up and down my crease. “She’ll never admit it.”
Silas hummed, his fingers ghosting lower, just enough to feel how wet I was for them.
Shame curled through me.
They knew.
They knew I wanted it.
They also knew I couldn’t stop.
His fingers curled, driving deeper into my crease until my pussy clenched and my panties came away soaked. A shiver coursed through me as Theo’s heavy breath came in my ear, watching what his brother was doing.
Silas’s smirk sharpened. “Maybe she doesn’t need to say it.”
Theo’s chuckle wasn’t kind. “Then let’s hear it another way.” He shoved me forward onto the bed.
I gasped, hands clutching the sheets, but before I could even try to move Silas grabbed my wrist, yanking me into his lap. His thighs caged me, his chest, solid against mine, his hand curling around my throat.
A dark, wicked smirk.
“There you go,” he murmured, his fingers flexing. “That’s better.”
I whimpered, shame burning my skin because my hips had already moved, driving his knee between my thighs. Silas’s grip tightened just enough to make my pulse hammer.
Theo moved behind me, his hands hot, rough, yanking my bra strap down before he unhooked it from the back. Cool air kissed my bare skin and my nipples tightened.
I should have fought.
But I was too far gone.
Too consumed.
Theo’s lip brushed my shoulder, his voice a low rasp. “Tell me you don’t want this.”
That monster’s voice slithered into my head.
Good girl, Angelica. Just like you’ve been trained.
My throat closed.
My skin prickled.
Theo sank his teeth into my shoulder and I let out a choked moan.
“Fuck you sound good like that,” Silas grunted, gripping my hips and yanking me upwards, until I rode his thigh.
Heat rushed through me, pooling in the base of my belly and flooded my core.
You have them now. That dark, demented urgency whispered. I’m so proud of you, so very goddamn proud.
“Her panties,” Silas grunted. “They need to be gone.”
Theo’s warm blast of breath came at the side of my neck. “I never thought you’d ask.”
Rough hands gripped the side of my panties. One hard yank and the lace fabric tore on one side, leaving the other to bite into my skin. The flimsy barrier between my body and Silas’s was gone in an instant, leaving skin against skin.
Silas leaned closer, sliding his hands along my back, pulling me closer and dropped his mouth to my breast.
Theo grasped my ass, his cruel fingers probing, pushing along my crease until he hit my entrance.
“You feel that, Angel?” Theo grunted, his finger pushing inside. “This is us fucking owning you.”
Owned.
Submission.
Control .
My body responded in ways that wasn’t me, softening for Theo’s probing fingers at the same time my nipples tightened in Silas’s mouth. Both men sucked and thrust, making me shudder.
“Fuck you feel good for a liar,” Theo grunted.
Silas’s teeth grazed my sensitive skin. Heat and hunger melding into a wet demanding pull that sent electric pulses straight to my core. One hard flick of his tongue came, teasing my sensitive bud before he sucked harder, drawing it deep, the pressure sharp and intoxicating.
Open yourself. Let them in.
I slammed my eyes closed, my spine arching. The scrape of Silas’s teeth sending a violent shudder through me, pain and pleasure crashing in waves as he bit down, holding me there, his breath scalding against the wet sheen he left behind.
Your body is not yours. It belongs to them.
That voice murmured in the back of my head as Silas’ lapped at my hardened peak, forcing me to look down.
He swirled his tongue around my reddened stiff bud before sealing his lips tight and sucking with a force that stole my breath.
Every pull was a claim, every flick of his tongue a silent demand for surrender.
The suction was relentless, a steady rhythm of pressure and release that sent need clawing through my veins. My nipples ached, swollen and raw, every tug a cruel, exquisite torment that left me gasping, my body bowing for more.
His gaze came up, rough fingers pinching the other nipple in perfect sync with his mouth, twisting just as he sucked, sending shockwaves of sensation through me, straight to the molten heat pooling between my thighs. Oh, God. I couldn’t stand it and yet…I wanted more.
When he pulled away, my nipple was flushed and wet, glistening from his mouth, a raw aching point of sensitivity that throbbed in the wake of his teeth and tongue.
A moan ripped from the back of my throat as the panicked thoughts of escaping rose.
You don’t need to run. That voice inside my head whispered. You need to be used. You feel it, don’t you? The truth? The truth of what you did to them…and what they want to do to you.
Silas lifted his head, his dark eyes glinting as they met mine. I’d never seen such visceral hunger in a man before. But I saw it now…in my brother’s stare.
Theo’s fingers pressed harder against that tight ring of muscle, a slow, teasing pressure that made my body tense, breath locking in the back of my throat. That first push was agonising, stretching, a dark, forbidden invasion that had my nails biting into my palms.
“Relax,” Theo murmured, his voice thick with hunger, but there was nothing gentle about the way he forced his finger in deeper, shoving past the resistance, stretching me wide.
The burning licked up my spine, sharp and searing, pain twisted so deeply with pleasure I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.