Page 56 of Retaliation
Ty chuckled. “All in good time, Dev.”
“So you’ve just been lounging around, watching movies all day then?” His gaze locked on mine, and I blushed, heat creeping up my neck and across my face.
“Not exactly.” I smiled smugly, owning it, because fuck that. “I beat these assholes in pool, which means I get to sing at the club tonight.”
“Oh yeah?” Dev snorted a laugh, crossing his arms.
His fitted, forest-green T-shirt stretched around his muscular biceps, and I licked my lips. How was I so damn horny for these psychos?
“She did, little hustler,” Levi added, pinching my arm. “Then Ty beat her, and we fucked the life out of her on the pool table. Andras has the video footage if you want to check it out.”
“What the fuck?” Dev snarled, his eyes darkening with anger. But fuck him, he had no right to be pissed at me.
I smirked, cocking my head and taking a gulp of my beer. “I wonder if I could sell the tapes and make some money?”
“No,” all three men snarled at once, and I barked a laugh.
“What? You don’t think they’d sell?” I eyed their angry faces.
“No, pet.” Ty’s whisper was dark and deadly as he gripped my chin. “You’d be a star. But your naked flesh is for our eyes only.”
I huffed, batting his hand away. “My body, my choice, assholes.”
Levi smiled like a serpent and shrugged. “Go on then and share the tape. I will enjoy plucking out the eyes of every man who watches it.”
Dev shrugged in agreement, like this was totally okay, and Ty chuckled, sipping his beer. Possessive monsters, I thought, even as my insides curled with pleasure. In twenty-four hours, I’d somehow acquired two more devils willing to worship me like a queen. Would Andras be next? I wasn’t so sure. There was heat between us, even with his cold stares and icy touch. I just needed to pull that fire out of him first. Perhaps once I did, and they were all kneeling before me, I could simply walk into Vespertine Hall and take what was mine without a fight.
It was an interesting thought, but highly unlikely. Andras’s father was the leader of their stupid cult and in the end, they were all slaves to The Obscuritas founders. I needed to remember that, particularly when my horny pussy had other plans.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Andras
Ilet the others persuade me into taking Sara to Noircoeur. I was curious enough to hear her sing that I allowed it. And I needed to get her out of the fucking house. If she wasn’t acting like a brat and pouting about her new prison, she was stirring shit up between my brothers. Devon was pretending not to be furious about Sara fucking Typhon and Leviathan while those horny daemons followed her around like a pair of whipped puppies. She seemed to enjoy it, and I didn’t trust her.
And to make matters worse, my dick was permanently half-hard with her at The Towne House. I watched the video of my brothers fucking the life out of her on our pool table more times than I cared to admit. I listened to her moan as I stroked my cock in the shower before we left for the club. My hands gripped the steering wheel of my Land Rover tight enough to break the damn vehicle. I pushed her naked flesh out of my mind and forced my body to relax before I killed us all in a deadly car accident.
Devon was sulking in the passenger seat while Levi and Ty pawed at Sara between them in the back. She laughed, a low sultry sound that made my dick twitch, and I narrowed my eyes on the road. What was it about this woman that captivated us so?
This was a first for Ty, especially. Levi was more of a lover, a pleaser, but Ty was rough and unforgiving. You’d be surprised to find him with the same woman more than once. Devon was a closed book but clearly infatuated with her. I could see his wrathful mask dissolving even as he tried to stay angry about having to share her. Because that’s what was happening, wasn’t it? The four of us, sharing one woman. It was insane. Why share one when there were plenty of beautiful women in the world for us to each find our own?
Sara remained a puzzle I could not solve, a strange light in our dark world. I could see she had her own darkness, but it was nothing compared to ours. I wondered what she would do when she saw us for the daemons we were. She would run away, of course. Who wouldn’t?
Before I could think any further into it, we arrived. The Obscuritas owned Noircoeur, as well as Yvonne’s, the restaurant it was hidden beneath. I had only visited once, and our fathers have never visited the place, which is why I allowed this little outing. Sara was safe enough to be seen here. My father left Boston as often as he could, preferring his estate in North Carolina. I hated that estate. Everything bad happened there. The first time I watched my father nearly beat Ty to death. The first time he forced me to do the same. Our fathers broke us, over and over again, until we were too fractured to fight back. But what he didn’t intend for was the connection the four of us formed when our fathers destroyed us. And now we would rise against them, stronger than we ever were before. I hoped we were strong enough.
I drove the SUV up to the front door of the restaurant and stopped. The attendant immediately jumped out of his booth, recognizing who I was instantly. He stammered, keeping his eyes lowered, as I stepped out of the vehicle and handed him the keys, threatening his life if anything should happen to my Land Rover.
Levi tugged Sara against him, and she didn’t protest as they walked in front of Ty and Devon. I led the way toward the restaurant, the winter wind whipping around us.
Devon had gathered most of her things from the shitty apartment above his bar, so she had fresh clothes. I also had her motorcycle brought over and parked in our garage. I wanted her to feel comfortable at The Towne House, which was strange considering she was supposed to be our prisoner. But every time I thought of treating her as such I just…couldn’t. The only thing he couldn’t get into was the safe hidden in her closet. Sara refused to give us the code, so Ty and Devon ripped the thing out and hauled it into the basement. Perhaps I would let Ty torture her later and force her to open it. The daemon inside me perked up at the thought of her chained and vulnerable for us. I glanced back at her, seemingly incapable of having her out of my sight for more than a few minutes.
Tonight she wore ripped skinny jeans and a mesh black top, her lacy red bra visible through the open-weave sweater. I found her style more attractive than I cared to admit. The cropped leather jacket she wore over the top was hardly winter attire, and I had to resist the urge to lick the goosebumps rising on her skin.
The streets were less busy because of the weather, although indoor dining seemed busy enough for a Thursday night. A hostess pulled open the door of the restaurant, and I stepped inside, ignoring her and walking toward the VIP room in the back, where the door to Noircoeur was hidden.
“I usually sneak in the back entrance, you fancy fucks,” Sara taunted, rolling her eyes at us, and Levi laughed.
I chose to ignore her. I rapped my knuckles on the door, and a bulky bouncer opened a small window at eye level. He registered who I was but looked unimpressed. Sara shoved in front of me, and I resisted the urge to shove her against the wall and spank her ass raw for her rude behavior. She stood on her tiptoes, her ass pressing back against my cock, and smiled at the bouncer.
