Page 18 of Reckless Seduction
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.
