Page 42 of Reckless Seduction
“What do you mean?” Seamus asks.
“In the alley, you said your father warned you that I was looking into it,” I tell him. “Why did he feel the need to warn you?”
Kiernan huffs a laugh. “Why should we tell you?”
“You said I have six questions,” I remind him petulantly.
“True,” he muses. “I never said we have to answer them.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I growl as I push back against his chest to get free. “I am not going to be doing anything unless you—what the hell?” I squeal. Like actually squeal when Kiernan’s hand comes down to smack my mound. My vaginal walls contract as the sharp sting radiates through me.
When did my hussy side decide to join a whorehouse?
“Did you just…” He doesn’t give me a chance to finish the sentence before his hand comes down again. I hiss, my back arching against his chest as a wave of pain-tinged pleasure washes over me. My thighs clench automatically, but Kiernan’s legs have mine locked with his.
I am open.
Vulnerable.
Exposed.
And I have never been wetter.
“She likes that, brother,” Seamus purrs, his eyes darkening, taking in the sight of my aroused pussy. “Give her a reward.” Kiernan sighs dramatically.
“I can’t tell you everything,” Kiernan begins with a long sigh. “It isn’t my story to tell. Ava, our sister, whom you met downstairs, was taken by Christian Ward just as she left her staged wedding. He was holding her at the stables. We rescued her and the women there before blowing it to smithereens.”
“Good riddance,” Seamus snarls.
“And you are sure there weren’t any women there named Lina?”
The twins shake their heads.
“Most of them were foreign and barely spoke English.”
“Oh…”
That doesn’t set me at ease. If Lina wasn’t in the stables, that means she could have been sold or killed.
Jesus.
“I think we are done for now.” Kiernan’s tone brooks no argument.
“Wait, but?—”
“You still get the rest of your questions,” he assures me, his nose following up a trail on the side of my neck. “But right now, we all need a break.”
“Yes, sir,” I murmur so low I doubt they can hear me.
“Good girl.” Apparently, he does, and my cheeks heat at the praise.
Seamus kneels in front of me on the bed, and I am overcome with the sudden desire to feel his mouth pressed up against my clit again. For his tongue to dance along my pussy while his brother sucks and licks at my breasts.
Smirking at the obvious desire spread across my face like a wanted ad, Seamus dips his head between my thighs, his hot breath cascading over my heated core before he dips his tongue into the entrance of my sex.
I throw my head back against Kiernan’s shoulder as I moan. Kiernan’s mouth comes down harshly on mine, his tongue conquering and plundering, taking no prisoners, while his brother tastes my pussy. Seamus’s licks are slow and sensual as I soar higher and higher.
“Fuck,” I whimper into Kiernan’s mouth as Seamus pulls away from my core. “She is sweeter than fucking honey.”
