Page 115 of Reckless Seduction
I let my eyes fall shut, my bottom lip caught between my teeth, biting down hard before my mouth falls open. I gasp and pant, my breathing becoming short and ragged. Seamus leans forward, his lips pressing to mine, the taste of him familiar and safe.
He is hard again. I can feel the length of him pressing on my leg. He doesn’t break my grip on his wrist, simply moves his hand to his cock while I hold on. There is nothing slow or deliberate about it now, pumping from base to tip and tightening his fist urgently, the motion traveling up my arm. I open my eyes to find his locked on mine. His hand moves faster as he hurries to finish with us—me and his twin.
I am about to lose my fucking mind. Seamus is beating off while Kiernan fucks me senseless from behind. This is them groveling. Asking for forgiveness. Words are one thing, but theway they caress me. Look at me. Their actions mean more than any pretty prose they can spit my way.
We are breaking down a barrier together. A wall of distrust that has been built between the three of us. One I know will take time to fully pull down. I love them; there is no doubt about that. I think maybe I knew it that first week they pretty much held me captive. Again, I am pretty sure I am dick drunk.
Even with my freedom, though, that feeling never ceases. It is still there, buried among the hurt and pain the gala auction has caused.
Now we are healing in the one way we all know how to.
Kiernan’s lips brush against my ear, his voice harsh and gravelly, his accent just a bit thicker as he whispers, “Scream, Bailey.”
“Scream our names, wildcat,” his twin agrees, the words forceful and demanding.
As if my body has been waiting for their command, it surrenders. I bury my face in the mattress to muffle the sounds. Kiernan growls in discontent and seizes a handful of my hair, forcing my head back as ecstasy explodes again in a chain of fire, breaking anew with every breath and motion. It is more than I can contain. And I can’t help but obey, releasing the screams they want from me, the sound echoing wildly throughout the room.
Kiernan clutches me tighter, pinning me down as he drives harder to ride out his own climax. I move with him, his thrusts rough and relentless as he comes with a groan and a curse. He releases his grip on my hip and rolls onto his back.
I lie on my side, the two men on either side, our chests rising and falling rapidly as we struggle to catch our breath. My stomach is wet with Seamus’s cum. He comes at the same time Kiernan does, with my hand on his wrist the entire time.
“Keep that up, boys, and you’ll be forgiven in no time,” I tease. The twins chuckle, slightly breathless.
“We are sorry, wildcat.” Seamus sighs, his voice raw and desperate. “We never meant for any of that to happen.”
“And you have to know,” Kiernan pulls me into him, fitting his body around mine, “you have to know that nothing I said was true.”
My throat bobs, tears clinging to the corners of my eyes. “I know that now,” I assure him. It is a struggle to keep from crying. “But nothing happened like you said it would. I thought you’d both lied to me. Used me. Can’t blame a girl.” I shrug a shoulder.
“They already knew, wildcat,” Seamus explains as he runs a hand up and down my arm soothingly. “We didn’t have all the information like we thought we did. We might not have known each other long before that night, but we cared about you. Our plan had been to ransom you back to your father, but we would never have put you in a situation like that, even if we hadn’t fallen for you.”
“We love you.” Kiernan kisses my neck.
“Pretty sure he’s loved you since the moment you broke his nose,” Seamus jokes. “I know I fell in love with you for that.”
Laughter spills from my lips.
“I love you both too.”
FORTY-EIGHT
It is fittingthat she faces justice in the same place my mother meets her end. Toph, no, my father, has been keeping her strung up by her wrists with very little food or water since they caught her a few nights ago.
The very men she came to rely on, the ones who betrayed my father, turned on her the moment they were offered a deal. Bought loyalty isn’t loyalty at all. It is an illusion, flimsy as paper, easily shattered by the next highest bidder.
Kiernan clears the room. Leaving just him, me, and the woman who ruined my life.
The cell smells of rust, damp concrete, and old blood. A single bulb swings overhead, throwing shadows across the walls. Lina hangs in the center of it all, wrists chained high enough to force her onto the balls of her feet. Her expensive clothes are torn. Mascara streaks her face. Blood mats the roots of her hair.
For the first time since I met her, she looks small.
“You think this is over, little girl?” Lina spits at me, blood dribbling down her chin. My hand has begun to ache from how many times I’ve sunk my fist into her face. “This goes so far beyond what you can even comprehend.”
I flex my fingers, feeling the sting in my knuckles, then smile.
“Why don’t you tell me, then? And I promise to make your death less painful.”
She screams when the blade kisses her skin, the sound lighting up the deepest part of my soul.
