Page 40 of Reckless Seduction
“Fuck you,” I spit, pushing back against him with enough force that he stumbles back. Taking the moment of surprise, I lash out at Kiernan with my fist aimed at his stupidly handsome face. I’m not going to let him talk about my father that way. He saved my life the day he found me. If it wasn’t for him, I would have died in that rat-infested hell hole.
Or worse.
Seamus’s strong arms wrap around my waist from behind, holding me tight to his chest. But I’m not going to let that stop me. I pummel my fists against Kiernan’s chest. The man is unmoved by my violent outburst. Seamus grunts as one of my flailing limbs knocks him in the side of the head. “Let mego!” Tears stream down my face as I scratch and claw, kick and scream.
The dam breaks. The fresh hell of the last twenty-four hours catching up to me faster than a tidal wave against a tugboat. At the moment, I don’t care about the consequences or what it means that I have struck the heirs to the Irish throne. I just want to get away. Even if I have nowhere to go.
I dig my nails into Kiernan’s flesh, earning a threatening growl as he takes both of my wrists in one of his large hands.
“Enough,” Kiernan roars. Ignoring his command, I kick and scream, twisting my body as far as I can out of Seamus’s hold. Another silent exchange between the twins I don’t understand, and suddenly I’m thrust into Kiernan’s hold. His large arms encircle my body, entrapping my arms, effectively keeping them still.
He takes three steps toward the bed before pivoting and sitting down on the edge. Kiernan stretches me over his lap as I twist my body against him, but it’s no use. I don’t have anywhere near the body strength necessary to fight him off.
I’m not even sure I want to.
My vagina sure doesn’t want to.
“Get off me,” I howl, my feet scissoring and hands slapping at his leg. A whistle pierces the air and then a burning sting. I still, the sudden flash of pain short-circuiting my brain. The eroticism of the spanking he gives me before it vanishes. This isn’t a kink punishment. It is a real one. “You can’t?—”
Another line of fire lights up my backside. I squeal at the sudden impact, my feet desperate to find purchase on the soft carpet to make a no doubt vain attempt to push off his lap. All I successfully manage is to rub my aching pussy against his thigh, which, judging from their chuckles, they both notice.
I dig my nails into the skin of his calf, a hiss whistling through my chapped lips when he delivers another stinging blow. Then another.
“This is enough, Bailey,” he punctuates each word with another sting of his belt. “You will cease this tantrum.”
He isn’t playing games. It stings like fucking hell, tears streaming down my cheeks like little rivers. Then suddenly, it is gone, leaving a fiery ache on my ass and a wetness between my thighs. I take a deep breath, my body shaking and trembling as his hand rubs circles on my backside. The motion is soothing, but the moment I feel his rock-hard erection on my belly, I panic.
“You’re getting off on this,” I accuse, rocking my body a bit in protest. It only causes him to harden more. “Is that what gets your engine revving? Beating women?”
Kiernan chuckles, but it is cold and mirthless.
“I don’t beat women, Bailey.” He runs his fingers along the seam of my ass before dipping into my wetness. “Neither Seamus nor I will ever raise a hand to you in anger. But that doesn’t mean we won’t discipline you or that we won’t enjoy doing it.”
I scoff.Okay.
“Discipline?” I ask in disbelief. “I’m not a fucking child.”
A finger curls beneath my chin, forcing my head up. Seamus’s green eyes meet mine, a smile forming on his lips. A lion watching his prey.
“Even big girls get spanked when they’re bad,” he whispers seductively. “Do as we say, and that won’t be a problem.”
What fucking loony-bin dimension did I wake up in?
Do as they say?
What the fuck? Do they honestly think I will just become their docile sex slave? They have another thing coming if they believe I will go along with this shit.
“Look at the cogs turning in her head, brother.” Seamus smirks. “I wonder how many ways she’s already planning to kill us.” Kiernan laughs. Fuck. Why does that laugh send the butterflies in my stomach fluttering?
“Now.” I find myself suddenly sitting up, Kiernan’s chest pressed tightly against my back. My legs are splayed open in front of me, his feet hooked around my ankles to keep my legs from closing. My hands shove at his thighs, but it is useless, and I know that if I keep pushing, they might tie me up, and then I will be really stuck.
Huffing, I settle back against his chest, my muscles coiled and stiff as the pair continue to stare at me.
Intense.
That is the only way to describe the twins. From their strong jaws, shaded with stubble, to their emerald eyes that light up with gold flakes when they stare at me hungrily. Their ginger hair hangs loosely to their shoulders in gentle waves, hiding the side fade that is only visible when it is pulled back.
I don’t need to see Kiernan’s body to know it will perfectly match his twin’s. I can feel him beneath me, naked and hard as granite. I eye Seamus. His body is carved from stone with his chiseled muscles and hard lines, and I feel myself subconsciously lick my lips as my gaze dips down to where the V of his hips perfectly accentuates the hard mass of his cock.
