Chapter 6
SIX
It is warm.
Too warm.
I am faintly aware of the stifling heat pressed against my back. Hot air caresses the skin of my throat, sending tingles of awareness zipping through me. Something heavy is draped over me, holding me tight. It takes a few moments for my groggy brain to process what the hell is going on.
My body is sandwiched between the twins, their body heat surrounding me, creating an inferno.
The more I border on wakefulness, the more the pressure builds behind my eyes, a dull throb spreading through my temples like wildfire. I don’t want to wake. It feels safer to stay trapped in sleep than face the reality that will be smacking me in the face soon.
My inner hussy is primping her hair and putting on her best red lipstick.
My inner bitch, however, is sulking in a corner like a petulant child at how utterly foolish this all is. Jesus, it is like the cast of Inside Out is rolling through my brain.
Maybe I need therapy.
There really shouldn’t be a maybe in that statement.
I need therapy.
Lots of it.
What exactly happened? My mind struggles to recall how I ended up here… in bed… between two men who could double as the McManus twins.
Minus the red hair.
I remember breaking down in some shady-ass parking lot, drinking a bottle of whiskey, and then—
Shit. They killed Jimmy Burlosconi in that alley. They killed him and… images from the previous night crash through my mind like a tidal wave.
“Good girls get rewarded.”
Heat suffuses my cheeks as I think back on how Kiernan made me come like Drew never had. I nearly passed out, but the sulking child in me plans to blame the booze and not the Irish sex god and his magic hand.
Jesus, what have I done?
You rode his hand like a debauched whore looking for her next fix, is what you did.
Inner hussy is having a party, legs split open and ready for more. Miss conservative is narrowing her gaze at me. Guilt churns in my stomach like a bad breakfast burrito.
I won’t become my mother.
I can’t.
Bright side: they haven’t killed me yet, which is something.
What does that mean for me, though? Maybe I can convince them I have no plans to turn them in, and they will let me go.
Don’t be an idiot. My inner cynic is rolling her eyes like a damn drama queen. They aren’t going to just take my word.
Fuck.
It won’t be long before my father notices I’m missing.
If not him, then my wicked stepmother sure as hell will raise the alarm.
If only to save her image. She’s always been cruel to me.
I am the product of one of my father’s many indiscretions.
His illegitimate secret. If anyone were to ask, I am the baby they adopted. A poor orphan child in need of a home.
My father can be just as cruel, although he would never lay a hand on me himself.
Still, I wonder if he sees how truly poisonous his wife is.
He may punish me when I misbehave, but she is far crueler with her words than my father’s punishments.
Her claws are dug so deep into my father that he is practically her puppet. He doesn’t see what I do.
A manipulative cunt monster.
Or maybe he does and just doesn’t care.
As the wife of a senator, she has standing. My father is the driving force behind the changes in the city. He is pushing out criminal enterprises to free people from their clutches. It is one of the reasons I became an investigative reporter.
Much to his chagrin.
“We know you’re awake, wildcat,” Seamus murmurs behind me, his lips trailing wet heat up the side of my neck. I suppress the shiver that threatens to run rampant through my body at his simple touch.
Groaning, I slowly open my eyes. Kiernan’s face is inches from mine, his emerald eyes full of hunger.
“Where am I?” I croak, my throat drier than a cotton field in the heat of summer.
“That doesn’t matter,” Kiernan rumbles, pushing himself into a sitting position, his back against the headboard. He leans over and grabs a glass of water from the nightstand. “Take this.”
Seamus helps me sit up. His brother hands me two white pills. Déjà vu. This is exactly like last night before the shower.
I eye the pills he drops into my hands warily, unsure of what they are giving me. Is it a drug to keep me sedated and at their disposal?
“It’s just ibuprofen, Bailey.” Seamus chuckles at my reticence. “We don’t like our women drugged.”
“I’m not your woman,” I hiss before dropping the pills in my mouth and gulping down the water Kiernan hands me. Damn, I didn’t realize how thirsty I was.
“Where am I?” I ask again, handing back the empty glass and wishing there was more.
My gaze drifts around the room, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings.
The four-poster king-sized bed is the focal point.
It stands against the main wall, a nightstand on either side.
The only other pieces of furniture in the large space are two wingback chairs in front of the fireplace.
Despite the oversized furniture, the room feels open and airy, with billowing cream curtains and light gray walls. It just doesn’t feel homey or lived in.
“I told you not to worry about that,” Kiernan reminds me harshly. “I won’t tell you again.”
My inner bitch hisses in annoyance at the dominant tone in his voice.
“And I will happily scream this place down unless you tell me where the fuck I am and why you took me,” I threaten. Not that I think it will do any good.
The screaming part. I have an eerie feeling I am in the heart of the lion’s den.
Seamus chuckles darkly.
He drags me down to lie on my back. “Oh, wildcat,” he coos mockingly, hovering over me, the warmth of his weight surrounding me, making it hard to breathe. “Scream all you want. This room is soundproof. And even if it wasn’t, no one is going to save you.”
The twins stare down at me, their eyes mirroring one another’s with a desperate lust that has me shrinking back into the mattress.
“So what?” I swallow hard as I struggle to voice what I am terrified of hearing. “You’re going to rape me? Keep me as your sex toy?”
“Those don’t sound like bad ideas.” Kiernan smirks, running a finger along my jaw. “Here’s the thing, mo fraochún beag. We will use you. Pleasure you. Bring you to the brink repeatedly. If you misbehave, we will punish you. If you lie to us, we will punish you. But we will never hurt you.”
“Rape is hurting me.”
Kiernan’s smirk deepens. “You’ll be begging for us, trust me.”
“Don’t hold your breath,” I sneer, trying to keep the tremor from my voice. If only it is from fear and not because I know just how good he can make me feel—again. “I won’t be begging for anything.”
“We’ll see.”
“You can’t keep me forever, you know,” I point out, trying to pull my mind from the carnal debauchery my inner hussy is currently cheering for.
Traitor.
“People will come looking for me.”
Seamus smiles, not looking the least concerned.
“Don’t worry about that,” he tells me, dragging the covers down my body. I am naked underneath. I’ve known this from the moment I woke up. Kiernan didn’t bother to dress me after we showered. “Just let us show you how good we can make you feel.”
My body stiffens as their hands skim along my breasts.
Their touch is featherlight. I can tell them no.
Kiernan has made it clear he isn’t into raping me.
He wants me to beg, but I can’t get the word out.
There is a sick, twisted part of me that wants to give in to their touch.
To fade away into the pleasure they are promising.
But the logical side of my brain isn’t letting go of the rope that is holding on to my sanity.
“Relax, wildcat,” Seamus murmurs in my ear before nipping at the lobe. A low moan seeps through my lips unbidden.
“Let it go, Bailey.” Kiernan’s tone is calm and cool when he gives the command. There are no traces of the brusqueness he’s shown me he is capable of. His hands massage my breasts, fingers pulling at my nipples until they are stiff and painful. “Let go.”
Seamus’s sinful lips leave a trail of scorching fire down my body, nipping and sucking at the skin, leaving small bites in his wake. He settles himself between my legs, prying my thighs apart. Cool air hits my center as he exposes my wet heat to his ravenous gaze.
“Go hálainn,” he whispers, voice dripping with need. In English he says, “Beautiful.”
Before I can protest, his mouth latches onto my clit at the same time Kiernan’s mouth eclipses one of my nipples. The sudden contact jolts through me. Straight to my pussy. And from Seamus’s muted chuckle, he knows exactly what they are doing to me.
Bastards.
Currents of pleasure wash over me in waves as the brothers’ mouths work my body like a well-tuned machine. My fists grab at the soft sheets beneath me in a vain attempt to ground myself. It is no use. I am lost to their masterful touch.
“That’s it, Bailey.” Kiernan’s voice is deep with lust, and when I look up, his pupils are blown wide with desire.
A desperate cry leaves my throat, and I arch my back as Seamus inserts two fingers into my pussy without preamble. He pumps them in and out slowly, curling fingers at just the right angle, sending my body higher and higher, the coil in my belly winding tighter and tighter.
“Now.” Kiernan smirks, lowering his head back to my breast, and says, “scream for us.”
He bites down hard on my nipple just as Seamus’s teeth graze my swollen bundle of nerves. The combination, along with my already wound-up state, sends me hurtling over the edge of the abyss, pleasure consuming my body as I writhe beneath them.
My scream echoes through the room.
“So sensitive,” I hear Seamus whisper to his brother in awe, his breath coming in short pants.
“So responsive.” Kiernan chuckles breathlessly. Opening my eyes, I stare down the length of my body to find Seamus with his hand on his cock, stroking the length of it.
Holy shit.
Whose horse is that?
There is no way that giant hammer is going to fit inside of me.
Sure, I felt Kiernan’s in the shower, but I’d been too whiskey-addled to take it in.
Now, looking at it in the morning light, I don’t think I’ll survive.
“Don’t worry, love,” Kiernan whispers, drawing my attention to him. He, too, is stroking his pierced cock rhythmically. His eyes devour mine. “You haven’t earned our cocks yet.”
I open my mouth in rebuttal, but I am cut off by his hand grabbing my face and forcing my lips open. The move is aggressive, but his touch is gentle and firm.
A stark contradiction my brain can’t seem to understand.
“Be a good girl and take my cum.”
Moments later, ropes of hot cum shoot out of his cock, landing on my face and in my mouth. I sputter slightly as the salty essence hits my tongue. I’ve never been one to swallow before.
“Take it,” Kiernan orders, his eyes darkening. Every instinct in my body tells me to spit it at him. I shouldn’t want to swallow it, but I do. It is wrong and messed up, but I take it. Every salty bit of it.
“Good girl.” Seamus grins at me from where he is kneeling between my legs. I was so caught up in Kiernan that I didn’t see him come as well.
A knock on the door interrupts my next thought.
“Doctor’s here.” Kiernan slips from the bed, tossing a robe at Seamus and turns to me. “There is a change of clothes in the bathroom. Get yourself cleaned up and come back out here.”
Did I just step into an alternate reality? One moment, they are making me come and smiling down at me, and now they are both wearing somber faces. Fuck this. Scowling at the sudden dismissal, I rush from the bed and into the bathroom, making sure to slam the door behind me as hard as I can.
If that is how they want to play things, then fine. Apparently, I wasn’t too off the mark when I asked if they wanted me to be their sex toys. Well, fuck them. Two—three—can play that game. I don’t care if they just gave me the most blindingly awesome orgasm of my life. It won’t be happening again.