6. Chapter 5
Chapter 5
I hover in place awkwardly for a few seconds before I catch sight of the bathroom through the open door.
Standing up, I gracefully fix my dress up, covering my modesty before throwing a death glare at my brothers.
"I'm going to wash myself. Maybe I can remove a few layers of skin—I don't want any part of you on me."
Before they can respond, I head into the bathroom, slamming the door closed behind me. I groan to myself when I realize there's no lock, but I take a breath, considering my options.
A shower would be much quicker, but I wouldn't put it past them to walk in and watch me. If I fill the jacuzzi, at least I can hide in a cloud of bubbles.
Placing the plug in, I turn on the faucets, waiting while it fills. There's a vanity mirror near the basin, but I can't bring myself to look at my reflection. I'm utterly ashamed of myself for letting it get this far. I should have tried harder to leave, or said no more firmly.
I hate the fact that my body has been so deprived of touch, that I was willing to give in, even if I did try to fight it every step of the way.
It takes a while for the large jacuzzi to fill up, and thankfully, there's no visitors. I squeeze some soap in, switching on the jets, and smile happily when a pit of bubbles form.
Peeking at the door one more time to confirm my privacy, I slip my dress and undergarments off, climbing into the hot water.
Maybe I can hide out in the bathroom for the rest of the night. I should have grabbed a drink from the mini fridge in the room—but then again, alcohol and I don't have the best track record if tonight is anything to go by.
I rest my head against the edge of the jacuzzi, pretending I'm somewhere else. It's short lived, however, when the door swings open and Hawk stalks in.
"Get out," I growl, sinking lower into the bubbles.
"I'm going to the toilet," he says briskly, not fazed. "Deal with it."
It's just like being back at home again when they used to lock me out of the bathroom in the mornings before school. They would take their sweet time, ensuring I was late whenever possible. The amount of detentions I received for tardiness was insane—and every single one was their fault.
Hawk walks over to the toilet, but instead of opening the lid, he sits down on the closed throne, watching me.
"I thought you were going to the toilet."
"I am," he muses. "I'm at the toilet."
I groan, rubbing my temple and putting bubbles on the side of my face. "Just leave me alone."
"But it's so much fun tormenting you," he says warmly. "You're too easy to provoke."
I flip him the bird, closing my eyes as I try to ignore him. Arguing with him is pointless, so I decide to treat him like he doesn't exist.
I can feel his gaze burning into me, but I relax into the hot water.
More footsteps enter the bathroom and I clench my jaw, knowing that Jett is now in our company as well.
"Wow—the water looks great," he says.
I ignore him. They quickly realize I'm not paying them any attention and I wait for them to leave.
When I hear footsteps, I think I'm in the clear—until hands rest on my head.
My eyes shoot open. Hawk is still sitting across from me watching and when I tilt my head back to give Jett a mouthful, he pushes down, sending me under the water.
I barely manage to suck in a breath before I'm submerged, and my body twists and turns on the bottom of the jacuzzi, the soapy suds making it more difficult to fight back against the hand holding me underwater.
Air hits my fingers as I get my hand above water, my fingers in a vise-like grip as I grab Jett's arm and dig my nails in. I squeeze as hard as I can in desperation, hoping for blood.
His fingers thread through my hair and when he bunches it up in his grab, he lifts my head out of the water.
"Ow!" I yelp, scratching his hand as he holds me up by my red hair.
"I like your new tattoos," he says casually, like we're not in a physical battle.
Suddenly, he lets me go, and I sink beneath the water again by my own weight. I quickly shoot back up, water sloshing over the sides and onto the floor.
Jett laughs as I glare at him, so I fling a heap of water at him, drenching his smart casual attire. He glances down at his wet, black button-up shirt and trousers, annoyance on his face.
"Do you have any idea how much this cost?" he growls.
More water lands on him, and Hawk laughs at the exchange.
Jett looks pissed. I half-expect him to sulk off back to the other room, but instead, he quickly unbuttons his shirt. My eyes widen as he flings it through the doorway before removing his pants.
"Don't even think about it," I scold, but he steps into the jacuzzi, using my shoulder as leverage. It takes all my strength not to be pushed under the water again, and by the time I've managed to keep myself afloat, Jett's sitting down.
He groans happily, arms sprayed out along the edges. "Oh, this is nice."
Quickly, I try to reach for a towel, but Hawk gets there first, pulling them out of my reach.
"Towel, now," I grunt at him, using the edge to hide my body.
"But you didn't say please ," he teases, waving a towel at me, just out of my reach.
I try to snatch it but he pulls back.
" Please ," I mutter sarcastically.
"See, that wasn't so hard. It's okay to beg sometimes," Jett states, watching me with amusement.
"I wasn't begging," I tell him. "I was using the manners I was taught."
He tilts his head. "Same thing."
I wearily gaze at him on the other side of the jacuzzi, the jets sending strong streams of water into my abdomen. Realizing I'm not going to get my beloved towel, I turn around, sinking into the water.
"Tell me something about your life," Jett asks. "I want to hear all about what you've been up to."
Raising an eyebrow, I scoff. "We're not exchanging pleasantries."
"We just landed a multi-million dollar contract yesterday," he interjects, ignoring me. "In Miami."
"Congratulations," I mutter sarcastically. "Did you force them to sign?"
He grins. "It seems everyone likes our charm except for you. I'm not sure what we ever did to deserve your hatred."
"Oh, really," I huff. "Deleting my projects, chasing me through the house, stealing my belongings… ring a bell?"
Hawk laughs. "All harmless pranks. Isn't that what siblings do?"
I nearly snap my neck to look at him. "You tore the head off my stuffed teddy bear and put it in the microwave."
"Teddy Bear Picnic," he muses.
"You chased me through the dark house in masks," I shoot back.
Jett lets out a sigh happily. "Good memories. I still have that mask somewhere."
"You are evil," I snap. "Pure evil."
He feigns looking hurt. "What about all the other good times? Like Christmas in Australia?"
I blink at him. "You literally took a knife into the water and when you saw a fin, you cut your own arm, and dashed out of the water while screaming 'shark' while leaving me in a pool of blood."
"It was just a dolphin," he waves at me. "No big deal."
"You're a psychopath," I tell him, before looking at Hawk. "Both of you."
Hawk nods in agreement. "And yet… we still made you come," he adds with sick, pathetic pride.
My cheeks flush with anger. "I can't control my body. Besides, who does that to their sister? You are sick. You need mental help."
Jett reaches through the water, grabs my leg, and yanks me toward him. I can't grab onto anything, and when I finally do manage to clench my fingers around something, I'm stuck straddling him with my fingers on the edge behind him.
"Mental help?" he asks with a raised eyebrow. " Please. We're not actually blood related, Tempest."
"It doesn't matter," I argue, trying to move back.
His arms grab my waist and I jerk, bubbles dissipating around me. Blue eyes narrow on the side of my body, and his fingers trace the tattoo on my ribcage curiously.
"I like this one too," he says. "And the one on your thigh."
I cover my chest with my right arm. "They aren't yours to look at."
"They are tonight," he responds warmly.
"Never," I growl, trying to push away.
Jett's arms tighten around my waist, pulling me flush against his naked chest. I gasp when I feel his cock floating through the water touching my leg.
"I'll make you a deal," he says as I struggle against him.
"I swear to God, Jett. You better let me go or else."
He smirks, holding me so tight that I'm sure bruises will form tomorrow on my pale skin. "It's just a little deal…"
"What?" I snap, frustrated, panic making me feel sick.
"Kiss me."
I stare at him wide-eyed, like he's insane. In all the ways, he is. But still, it's not what I was expecting.
I'm getting desperate. I need to leave the room—hell, I need to leave the club. One quick kiss and I could be free, away from them for good.
"That's it?" I ask wearily. "I just have to kiss you—once—and I can go?"
He nods, and I look at Hawk for his reaction. As usual, his face is blank and emotionless, watching the exchange closely.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Reluctantly, I nod once, barely moving my head.
"Fine. And then you let me go."
Jett's pressure around my body eases slightly. Not enough for me to move away, but enough for me to feel comfortable that he'll stick to his promise.
I lean forward, giving him the smallest peck on the lips. He doesn't have time to respond before I pull back, glaring at him with hatred.
"There."
"That's pathetic," he states. "Not a kiss by any definition."
"What the fuck do you want—"
His lips smash against mine, our heads colliding hard. I'm dazed for a second, pain shooting through my jaw, and when I finally realize he's kissing me, I tense up.
It's deep. His hand is now pressed against the back of my head, holding me as close as humanly possible while his lips caress over mine.
It's going on for way too long and I open my mouth, trying to speak, when he pushes his tongue inside. I fuss against him, verbally muttering muffled curse words into his mouth, but the tip of his tongue flicks against mine.
Taken by surprise, I still, holding onto my control. He feels good—the warmth of his body against mine, the softness of his tongue and lips. It's a lot to process, and for a moment, my resolve snaps.
I kiss him back, tongues rubbing together as he holds me in his claw-like grip, not letting me move an inch.
Once again, my body reacts on its own accord, relaxing against him as our hips rest on each other. Beneath me, I can feel his cock hardening, pushing in between my legs.
I'm struggling, trying to recite all the reasons that this is a bad idea.
No—not a bad idea. The worst fucking idea.
I nearly have a grip on myself again, my memories of torment giving me strength to end this weird turn of events. Suddenly, fingers dip into the water, sliding between our bodies. And then they are on me, pushing into my body once more.
Gasping into Jett's mouth, I'm overcome by pleasure as he pumps his fingers in and out of my pussy under the water.
My body aches for more, overpowering the small amount of rationality left. My sanity is fleeting and before I can stop myself, I'm begging into his mouth.
"Please don't stop."