4. Chapter 3
Chapter 3
He doesn't immediately answer, eyes scanning me up and down. I glare at his neck tattoo peeking out from the collar of his shirt, grumbling to myself internally. It's definitely him. I'd recognize his tattoos anywhere. The moment he turned eighteen, he started marking his skin with black ink.
It's very confusing to me though. This is supposed to be a high-end charity event. Apparently the buy-in-amount for the men was a minimum of a half a million dollars. I thought I'd be safe here…
How very wrong I was.
"Is that our dear sister's voice?" someone else asks from behind me.
I spin around wildly, eyes widening in disbelief.
"Jett?" I spit out, but it's not really a question.
He stops a few feet away from me, his own blue eyes dancing wildly.
"My, my. You've grown up," he taunts, running a hand through his light brown hair.
I don't like that I'm stuck between them in the corridor. My only salvation is the room to my right, and I play with the key in my hand.
Quickly, I make a dash, undoing the lock as fast as I can so I can get inside and lock them out, images of masks haunting me.
Before the door can even close, a hand slams onto it, forcing it back open. I try to use all my strength, but Hawk shoves it open, and I step back in time so it doesn't hit me in the face.
"That's not very nice," he says coolly, stepping into the room. "You were taught better than that."
"Don't tell me how I was raised," I snap back, swallowing harshly as Jett enters behind him. "I'm not doing this."
Jett leans against the door frame, rolling a piece of invisible lint between his thumb and index finger. "By all means, go running off and complain. You never were any fun."
I know he's trying to provoke me, but I ignore him, shifting my gaze to Hawk.
"What are you even doing here?" I question again.
He shrugs. "You know how much we cherish foster care. How could we say no to an event like this? You being here is just an added bonus. I do love a good family reunion."
"So, I'm supposed to believe that you just paid a million dollars for a charity event," I scoff. "In our home town, nonetheless."
Jett rolls his eyes. "You can believe whatever you want, sis."
"Do Mom and Dad know you are in town?" I question. "Or are you still ignoring them?"
Hawk raises an eyebrow. "We don't ignore them. We just ignore you."
"How precious," I mumble. "Perhaps you could go back to doing that."
Grinning, Jett steps into the room so he can close the door as a couple walks past to find their room. I watch in horror as it closes, locking me inside with these two maniacs.
"Let's see what you have written down," Hawk laughs, snatching the piece of paper from my hands. It dawns on me that it's our list of hard and soft limits, and I try to grab it back but he lifts it out of my reach, scanning the contents.
"No flogging… no blood. Oh, but you're potentially down for anal," he remarks, handing it to Jett.
I cross my arms, glaring daggers at them both. "That's none of your business. I'm not having sex with you sick fucks. Step aside so I can go see Damien. Maybe it's not too late to do a redraw."
"But think of the children," Jett moans tauntingly. "You're going to single-handedly ruin the charity event."
"Fuck you," I snap at him. "I didn't sign up for this."
Hawk laughs. "The fact you signed up at all is baffling. Who knew our little, sweet innocent Rayne had it in her?"
Leaning back against the door, Jett reads over the paper, blocking my exit. "Brother, you didn't put down any hard limits."
"No such things as limits," he replies with a smirk at me. "Just missed opportunities."
I gawk at him before throwing my hands up. I turn away from them, looking around the room. I hadn't noticed it before but there's a mini fridge in the corner, a cabinet against the wall, and an adjoining bathroom. The door is open and I spot a jacuzzi inside along with a glass shower.
There's nowhere to sit down except the huge bed in the room, so I move over to the corner, leaning against the wall.
"Why are you even back here?" I ask. "I thought you were in New York working on some skyscrapers."
The company they inherited was a construction business. Last I heard from my parents, they were doing well, but I never knew to what extent.
"I told you—we care deeply about this charity cause," Hawk replies. "Plus we're going to have dinner with Mom and Dad before they head off to Florida."
My eyebrows shoot up in surprise. I had no idea they knew about their trip, confirming that they are still in touch with our parents more than I realized. I'm hurt that it wasn't mentioned at dinner last night, but before I can draw that conclusion, Jett speaks up.
"They don't know we are in town yet. It's a surprise. "
"Oh," I mutter, shifting awkwardly. "Well, be prepared to be hounded about a family vacation in a few months."
The two of them look amused.
"Mom is so sweet," Jett says to Hawk. "I can't wait to hear what she has planned."
I glare at them. "Disney World. I told her you wouldn't go."
"Wouldn't go or you don't want us to go?" Hawk questions sarcastically, rolling up the sleeves of his button-down shirt.
"Does it even matter?" I mumble. "You've barely stuck around the past thirteen years. I've never seen you around long enough to go on a vacation."
Jett smiles—almost innocently. "We've been busy working, Rayne. Success is important to have in life. Dad taught us that."
I shake my head. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."
"That's your problem," Hawk laughs. "Always scared of taking risks. God forbid you break routine for even a second."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I snap.
He raises an eyebrow at me. "Still a paralegal?" he asks, even though it's obvious he knows the answer. "You have a safe job. Secure—but it's always the same. Hell, I bet you still have the same routines each week."
"There's nothing wrong with routine," I argue, angry that he still knows my habits. "Routine is the key to success."
"No," Hawk cuts me off. "Risk taking and hard work is the key to success. You can't get better at something if you do the same thing over and over. Resting on morals is a death sentence."
"Maybe that's why she's here," Jett tells his brother. "Boring old Rayne wanted a little fun."
My gaze snaps to him. "It's a charity event."
"Sure," he taunts. "That's precisely the reason. You could have just donated to an organization. But you chose to come here. Willingly to give your body away."
Hawk rolls his eyes. "She wouldn't have made that decision herself. Don't be ridiculous. She's not that interesting."
I'm getting more and more frustrated and irate as the minutes pass.
"Are you going to move from the door?" I growl at Jett, desperate to leave the room.
I'm surprised when he moves forward toward me, but he doesn't step aside. He makes a beeline for me, snatching the bag from my grip.
"I want to see what's in here," he muses. "What does our money get?"
Opening the bag that Damien handed me, he tips the contents out onto the bed. This should be my chance to run, but I'm distracted by the toys and condoms that fall onto the mattress.
Staring back at me from the bed is a vibrator, a small silver bullet, some condoms, lube, a mask and other little bits and pieces.
"Don't forget the cabinet," Hawk directs at him.
Jett's eyes light up and he stalks over to the wooden restored antique cabinet, opening the doors. Hanging inside are more toys—or weapons, really.
Floggers, whips, handcuffs, canes.
My eyes widen in horror, and bare fascination. It's been on my bucket list for ages to buy toys to experiment, but I've never had the lady balls to step foot inside a sex shop. I know I could buy online but the thought of not being able to visually inspect something first before buying, makes me a little uneasy—especially since it would likely be going inside of my body.
I watch as Jett pulls a crop from the cabinet, his fingers running along the length. Instantly, my body tenses up in fear.
"Don't come near me with that," I scold him, keeping my voice firm.
He looks over at me, surprised. "Are you afraid of a little old crop?"
"I'm not afraid of anything," I growl back, but we all know it's a lie.
Jett walks over to me, crop dangling by his side. "Oh, really?"
Swallowing, I force myself to hold his gaze. "Really."
"Put your hand out," he directs, stunning me.
"What?" I ask.
He rolls his eyes, reaching for my hand. Grasping my wrist, he holds my hand out, palm up. I try to pull away but he tightens his grip.
Before I can open my mouth to speak, he brings the crop up, swooshing it down again so the leather tag hits my open palm.
I jump in response, but quickly realize there was no pain. It was just a reflex from the movement.
"See—that didn't hurt," he teases.
Tugging my wrist, he doesn't let go, so I scrunch my hand into a fist to protect my palm.
"Let go of me," I tell him.
Leaning down, his face inches closer to mine. I recoil, pushing against the wall, but with nowhere to go, I have no choice but to watch as he boxes me in.
"Now, imagine that on your body," he murmurs. "Someone hitting the leather on your ass. Or your pussy."
Using my free hand, I shove his chest. "You're disgusting."
Jett barely budges from my push, grinning at me. "Imagine not knowing when it's coming. Letting someone else control it."
I let out a gasp when I feel the tip of the crop slide over my knee and up the inside of my leg.
"Stop that," I shoot out.
The crop pauses, lingering over my skin.
"Stop what?" Jett asks innocently.
" That. "
"Imagine being blindfolded," he says, ignoring me. "Not only would you not have control, but you wouldn't be able to see it. You'd be relying completely on your senses—feeling it against your skin."
He lifts it away from my skin, holding my gaze. It emphasizes his point because my heart starts racing when I realize he could smack me with it at any second.
Hawk snorts behind him, and it's like ice cold water being poured over my body. I'm pulled from my trance, glaring at him over Jett's shoulder.
"She would never be game enough to let someone else have control," he says to his brother while looking at me.
"I could," I argue back. "With the right person."
He raises an eyebrow. "I doubt that. You wouldn't trust anyone enough to do it."
Smack.
I jump backwards into the wall, snapping my attention to Jett in horror as my skin tingles from the crop on the inside of my thigh.
"Don't fucking do that!"
"Do what?" he asks innocently.
Clenching my jaw, I consider my next move. There's only one obvious way out of this, and I jerk my knee up, aiming for anywhere on him.
Swiftly angling his body, my knee only grazes the outside of his leg. His hand swings out, catching my knee as he wraps his arm around my leg. I lose my balance, tipping to the side. Jett catches me, lifting me with ease as he flings me onto the mattress to break my fall.
I land on my stomach, and I hastily try to push myself up but I'm stopped by a hand on my back, forcing me back into the mattress hard.
"That wasn't very nice, sis. Now, you'll have to be punished."