Chapter 23 #2
“You better watch that mouth of yours, Beatrice,” Dimitri said, his voice dropping an octave.
Bea tilted her head, a defiant spark in her eyes. “Or what?”
The silence that followed was absolute. Dimitri reached out and clicked the remote; the television went black. He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. His face cast in shadows that made him look like a predator about to strike.
“Killian,” he growled, the name a command. “I think it’s time to put her mouth to good use.”
Killian’s head snapped toward his brother. Eyes wide with a mix of shock and dawning heat, before sliding back to Bea’s surprised face. Nico sat up straighter, a goofy, lopsided grin spreading across his face.
“Oh shit,” Nico whispered, practically vibrating with excitement.
Bea didn’t shrink back. The challenge in Dimitri’s eyes acted like a match to her blood. With a slow, sultry smile, she slid off the sectional and onto the floor. Kneeling between Killian’s legs like she had been born for it.
Her fingers reached for Killian’s buckle, before she could touch metal, Dimitri’s voice cut through the room.
“Wait.”
Dimitri stood up, the movement fluid and menacing. He unbuckled his own leather belt, sliding it through the loops with a rhythmic hiss that made Bea’s breath hitch. He tossed the belt at Killian.
“Take her shirt off and tie her hands behind her back,” Dimitri commanded.
Bea’s head whipped around, her eyes glaring at Dimitri. But he only offered a dark, knowing smirk.
“Oh sweetheart, you are not in charge tonight,” he said, stepping closer. “You decided to be a brat, and now you will get what you deserve. I do believe my brother is very eager to fill that pretty mouth, so be a good girl and put your hands behind your back.”
Killian was already behind her. He stripped her shirt over her head in one practiced motion, leaving her skin tingling in the cool air, before gathering her wrists.
He bound them tight, not enough to hurt, but tight enough that she can’t get loose.
Once finished, he stepped back in front of her, unzipping his fly and releasing himself.
Bea didn’t hesitate. She leaned forward, her eyes locked onto Dimitri’s as she took Killian into her mouth. Dimitri leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers. Watching every swallow, every flick of her tongue.
“Boys, let’s get her a little more comfortable,” Dimitri murmured. “Killian, help her onto the couch, but tilt her head off the edge so you can continue filling her mouth.”
Killian hoisted her up, laying her back against the cushions so her head hung over the side, her bound arms tucked beneath her. He stepped between her dangling head and the floor, his rhythm slow, steady, and relentless.
Dimitri looked at his youngest brother. “Nico. Take her pants and panties off. Give her something to scream about but only use your mouth.”
Nico didn’t need to be told twice. He stripped her bare, his eyes devouring her before he buried his face between her thighs.
Bea’s muffled moans echoed around Killian’s length, her hips beginning to buck frantically into Nico’s face.
The friction, the dual sensory overload, was driving her toward the edge.
“Pull back, Nico,” Dimitri commanded suddenly. “She isn’t coming yet.”
Killian pulled out for a brief second, and Bea gasped, “Please… I need to come…”
“No,” Dimitri said flatly. “Continue, Nico.”
The cycle of agony and ecstasy stretched on. Bea was a mess of tangled limbs and desperate sounds.
“I can’t last much longer,” Killian groaned, his hands gripping the edge of the sectional. “She’s sucking my soul out.”
“Swallow every drop, Bea,” Dimitri ordered.
When Killian finally buckled, Bea obeyed, her throat working until he was empty. Dimitri signaled Killian to untie her hands. Killian’s fingers were trembling as he freed her, immediately rubbing her wrists to bring the warmth back into her skin.
Dimitri met Nico’s eyes and gave a single, sharp nod. “Don’t let up until I say so. Killian, hold her arms down.”
Nico redoubled his efforts, his tongue a precision instrument.
Bea thrashed, her voice rising as she cried out their names in a chorus of desperation.
Dimitri stood and crossed the distance, squatting down so his face was inches from hers.
He gripped her chin, forcing her to look into his dark, blown-out pupils.
“This is what happens when you decide to be a brat,” he whispered, his voice a promise of future ruin. “Every time you act like this, we will turn you into our dirty little whore. We will fuck you until you can’t walk. We will make your body so sensitive you’ll be begging us to stop.”
He leaned down, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak of her nipple in a sharp, demanding bite. “Now,” he growled. “Come for me.”
The command snapped the final thread. Bea arched off the couch, her world exploding into white light as she fell apart in their hands. Dimitri laughed and kissed her forehead, “this is going to be so much fun, don’t you think?”
Bea huffed out a tired laugh, “yes it will be.” She closed her eyes for a moment gathering her thoughts and breath. She’d gone from thinking they’d discovered her secret meeting with Marco to being officially claimed as their girlfriend. The whiplash was dizzying.
“So,” Bea said, after her clothes were put back on and her head on Killian’s shoulder, she broke the comfortable silence. “Do I get a say in how this works, or are you three just going to fight over me like cavemen?”
“We’re definitely going to fight over you like cavemen,” Killian said without hesitation.
Nico snorted. “At least he’s honest.”
Dimitri swirled his scotch, his eyes glinting with amusement. “We’ll figure it out as we go. But there are going to be rules.”
“Rules?” Bea raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”
“Like you don’t leave the compound without one of us knowing where you’re going,” Dimitri said.
Bea’s stomach tightened. Shit.
“That’s not a rule,” she said carefully. “That’s controlling, don’t you think?”
“It’s protection,” Dimitri corrected. “You’re ours now, Bea. That means we have to keep you safe because we have enemies all over this city and many others.”
“I can keep myself safe.”
“We know,” Killian said, his arm tightening around her shoulders. “But humor us anyway, we’re cavemen remember, we have one way of thinking,” he clears his throat and says in his best caveman voice “You. Our woman. We. Strong men. Must protect weak woman.”
Bea burst out laughing and slaps his chest. “I’ll show you weak, sir!”
Bea bit her lip, mind racing. She’d have to be more careful now. More strategic. If they started tracking her movements, meeting with Marco would become exponentially more dangerous.
But she couldn’t cut him off. He was her best friend. Her anchor outside this world. She’d just have to have a serious sit down conversation with them, and she would need to do it soon.
“Fine,” she said finally. “But I’m not asking permission. I’m just… informing you.”
Dimitri’s lips twitched. “We’ll take it.”
Nico shifted beside her, his hand resting on her thigh. “There’s something else we need to talk about.”
Bea tensed. “What?”
“Victor,” Nico said, and the name hung in the air like a threat. “I know you didn’t want me to say anything but, Killian walked in when I had his information pulled up and he asked way too many damn questions as to why. Then the big mouth ran and told big brother everything.”
“I figured they would find out sooner rather than later,” Bea said. “I know he’s guilty, I just need proof.”
“Then we find it,” Dimitri said. “Together.”
Bea looked at him, then at Killian and Nico. They were watching her with absolute focus, absolute trust, and she realized with a sinking feeling that she was going to have to lie to them for a little bit longer. Not about Victor. But about Marco, she needed to ask him what he knows about Victor.
Because if they found out she’d been meeting with a Valenti, they’d think she was the traitor, and everything they’d just built would shatter.
I’ll tell them, she promised herself. When the time is right.
When Victor is dealt with. When they trust me completely, but even as she thought it, she knew it was a lie.
The longer she waited, the worse the betrayal would feel, when the truth finally came out, and it would come out, it was going to destroy them.
So, for now, in this moment, she let herself have this.
She let herself be held by three men who’d just asked her to be theirs. Let herself believe that maybe, just maybe, this could work. Even though she knew the storm was coming. For now, she was theirs, and that was enough.