Chapter 32 #2
Breaker stalks through, his pale eyes locked on Viper as he shuts first one door, then the other, and stands before them, his back pressed to the ornate wood.
“Most of the staff has left, but a few are still cleaning. The surrounding rooms and hallway are clear, but I haven’t swept downstairs.” Breaker glances my way, then turns back to Viper. “But I would like to know why you don’t look surprised that Rune essentially sold our girl to Vincent Campbell?”
“Reaper knew Rune would hand her over,” Viper says. “Fucking asshole could have told us.”
“He couldn’t,” I snap, hackles rising as I bolt up from the chaise. “This had to be Rune’s idea. If you had hinted at wanting me in any capacity, Rune would have been suspicious. He’s paranoid enough as it is. He had to see the benefit of using me to get close to you on his own.”
“Why do I have a feeling you two know something I don’t?” Breaker says, eyes moving between Viper and me.
“Because we do,” Viper says, confirming my suspicions that Reaper manipulated this entire situation. He points to me. “But this? This is a fucking problem.”
I scoff, placing my hands on my hips.
“Why?” Breaker asks. “She’s safe with us. Away from Rune. He can’t touch her. We can keep her in the house, and—”
“Do not talk about me as if I’m not here!” My scream crashes through the room. Both men freeze and stop arguing. I point at each of them. “How dare you treat me as if I’m a problem when you placed me right in the devil’s path for him to use!”
“That’s not what I mean,” Viper starts, but I cut him off.
“You kidnapped me, held me captive, and fucked with my head for weeks.” I let out a strangled sound that sounds a little too close to anguish. “You claimed me as yours. And now you’re telling me I’m a hindrance to your plans?”
“Little Red,” Breaker says, moving my way, but I hold up a hand to keep him at bay. It’s too easy to be distracted by him. He’s warm and safe, and god I want nothing more than to sink into him. Let him hold me, hide me, keep me.
“I am a part of this,” I say. “You made me a part of this the second you stepped foot in that club.”
The two men exchange another look I can’t read.
“You will not lock me out of conversations, keep things from me, or hide the truth any longer,” I say. “This is my life, and I have a say in how we move forward.”
I’ve had zero control of anything in my life, and I’ll be damned if I let them take this one thing from me. I finally have something to fight for.
For the first time in my life, there is something worth protecting.
Delly. Them.
Me. I’m worth fighting for.
Reaper knew I was strong enough for this.
“If your plan is to kill Rune, then goddammit, I’m going to make sure you succeed,” I say, standing straighter. Taller. “I’m still Rune’s accountant. He still needs me. I’m not stuck here.”
Breaker makes a strange sound in his throat, rubbing his hand along his jaw. He opens his mouth as if to say something, but Viper cuts him off.
“We can figure out the details later,” he says, quirking a brow at Breaker, then to me he says, “If you’re going to be a part of this, then you have to do as we say.”
“Fine,” I say, rolling my shoulders, relaxing. “This deal is my punishment for Zane’s refusal. I service you, then I return to Rune with my tail between my legs and report back. What I tell him depends on what he wants to do next.”
A slow, devious smirk lights up Viper’s face. He loosens his black tie, eyes eating me up as they move over my body. “You’re going to service us?”
“No,” I snap, crossing my arms as I glance between the two men. “If anything, you’re going to service me.”
A smile curls Breaker’s lip. He pushes off the door and takes a step toward me. “That can be arranged, Little Red.”
The heated look and husky way the words spill from him have me dropping my arms, taking a small step back. Nerves rattle my bones as the reality settles in.
I’m alone with them.
I’m standing in a room with two of the men who claimed me as theirs.
Whatever Breaker sees in my expression has him stalking my way and cupping my cheeks, those winter eyes searching my face.
He must see the realization as it washes over me.
How it nearly makes my knees buckle with the way my chest opens, breaths becoming easier with each inhale.
The first full breaths I’ve been able to take in years.
Breaker swipes his thumb over my cheek, collecting a tear, then brings it to his lips, tasting my relief.
I’m safe.
They have me now. Everything, every moment of horror, every terrible second of fear, has led us to this moment where Rune unknowingly handed me over to his enemies.
Reaper had to know.
Trust me, he asked. So, I did.
And now I’m here. Safe and with the men who promised me they’d come for me. Who promised they’d never let me go.
My chest squeezes almost painfully at the realization. Breaker kisses each cheek, then lets me go. I clear my throat, sliding my hands down my dress, trying to regain my composure before I collapse into a heap on the floor.
He sweeps my hair over my shoulder, making a shiver run down my spine. “What do you want, Little Red?”
I clear my throat, backing away from his heat and want so I can think. “What do you propose?”
A dangerously seductive smile lifts the corner of Breaker’s mouth. “Anything. Everything.”
“Whatever you desire, my sweet little Vixen,” Viper says, and I shift my focus to him. He removes his tie. It falls to the floor with a whisper. Those powerful hands that have held me captive, brought me to pleasure, slowly unbutton his shirt, popping them open one by one. Deliberate. Seductive.
“How would you like us?” Breaker asks.
I bite my lip, so focused on Viper’s hands, that all those lighter, fuller breaths get trapped in my lungs, and it’s suddenly hard to breathe again.
Have I seen Viper’s bare chest?
No, I’ve only seen Breaker’s entire nude body not that long ago, and I barely made it out alive. Viper? The two of them?
Together?
I lick my lips, forcing out a breath. It catches in my throat as he untucks his shirt and lets it fall open.
Only a slip of skin peeks out from the black button-down, but it’s enough to create a slick warmth between my thighs.
The same five skulls inked onto Breaker and Striker’s skin, the last one with a line through it, spans Viper’s chest. I drink in the light dusting of hair over his pecs, the cut lines of his abdomen, every plane of muscle so sharp, so perfect, he’s a work of art framed in a black suit.
“Worshiping your pretty little cunt with our tongues?” Breaker asks, moving toward me.
My gaze snaps to him. His tie slips from around his neck, and he pops the button of his collar. Goosebumps spread along my arms as I take a step back. The backs of my knees hit the side of the bed. The smooth, cool feel of the fabric centers my whirling thoughts.
“Then our cocks, one after another?” Viper asks. “Or would you prefer us filling both of your tight holes?”
My eyes drag over him, snagging on the bulge in his pants. My nipples tighten. All of me tightens, growing hot, like my skin is on fire, burning away every ounce of uncertainty.
A primal need surges through my core. To belong to them. Be owned by them.
To be theirs and for them to be mine.
“Getting ahead of yourselves, boys,” I say, straightening. “I say we start with you on your knees.”