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“Don’t ignore me,” Connor barked as he slowed his pace. The fluttering rolls of electricity slowed, and I whimpered, wanting it back. “Don’t be a poor sport. Tell him how good I feel, and I’ll make you come.”
“His cock is stretching me, and his rough fingers are fucking amazing on my clit. He keeps twitching inside me, and it’s hitting the best spot.” I moaned and cursed, needing Connor to start pumping into me.
“You can do better,” Liam purred.
I looked over my shoulder to see Connor’s darkened stare devouring every curve of my body. I rocked into him, stealing the pleasure I wanted.
“I like hearing Liam stroke his cock. The spit covering his length and his groans making dirty sounds drives me to push back into you,” I challenged him by talking about his brother but rocking into him. The taste of revenge was divine, and I waited for my snarling wolf’s bite.
“You want dirty sounds, huh?” Connor snarled and lifted out his palm toward his twin. “Spit, brother.”
Liam listened, spitting into his palm. The sight alone was almost enough to make me come; if I didn’t fight it, I would have. My core was achingly empty as Connor pulled out of me. He wrapped his hand around his base and pumped, covering Liam’s spit on his cock. Liam’s wet hand grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him again.
“Now, I’ll be in you at the same time,” he rasped as Connor plunged inside me.
Heat swirled around my spine, and a blanket of euphoria laid over me as I fell apart instantly. I called out their names and dug my fingers into the chair.
“Right there, yes,” Connor growled as he relentlessly pounded into me. He pulled out and warm cum shot out on my back as Connor grunted and groaned.
“Fuck, you look so good when you come, Emily,” Liam murmured, cupping his palm at the head of his cock to catch his own cum.
Our heavy breaths mingled together, and Connor rubbed my spine, soothing me and massaging his cum into me. Liam kneeled to get on my level and stared into my eyes, showing me his palm.
“Next time, this won’t be wasted. It will be slammed deep inside you.”
***
I chewed my food slowly, forcing myself to embrace the now. We sat at the counter, eating Chinese takeout, and I couldn’t stop looking at the men who held me captive. Connor shoveled chow mein into his mouth, while Liam carefully ate with chopsticks. This wasn’t the cheap takeout I was used to, but it was a comfort food that helped me live in the now.
Liam had shocked me earlier by asking me what I wanted to eat, making me believe I was more than a captive. Both of them continuously tricked me, and it forced me to stay on my toes. They were the destructive type of rain that flooded and destroyed homes, wreaking havoc on the world. This was the kind of storm I would watch from my window and yearn to dance in. They were my downpour. I just hoped I wasn’t swept away to the ocean after the clouds cleared.
“What do you do for fun?” Liam asked, taking a break from eating.
“Draw,” I admitted, knowing he knew this already. I’d asked if I could have one of the notebooks in his briefcase and a pencil. It wasn’t charcoal, but graphite would work.
“Oh, yeah? Like what?” Connor asked, surprising me.
“Anything, really. Whatever inspires me.” I looked down at my food, unable to hold his stare.
“Would you draw me?” Connor questioned, giving me a wry smile that firmly grounded me to the now.
“I don’t have anything to draw with.” I looked up at him expectantly, wondering if he would offer to get me art supplies.
Normally, drawing people wasn’t my favorite, but I would do it for commission. The price of getting part of my freedom back. He shrugged and puckered his lips before resuming eating his food. My stomach sank to the floor and my hands ached, craving the feel of charcoal in them.
I got up from the island and made my way to the sink, consciously leaving food on the plate to seek revenge against Liam for not giving me something he’d brought up. He and his compulsive needs could clean the dishes themselves.
“I am going to head to bed. I am really tired,” I announced, forcing my wall up to hide the pain filling my heavy muscles.
Getting to the top of the stairs, I looked between Connor’s room and the guest bedroom. The past couple weeks, I’d been forced to sleep in Connor’s bed. Part of me was relieved, since being trapped in a room made imaginative fire engulf my skin and smoke billow in my lungs. The other, well, I wanted to have a moment alone. Maybe I could have a moment to imagine having my backpack in my arms again.
My feet were filled with lead, but they dragged me across the floor like they were magnets and not weighed down by heavy metal.
The door swung open, and I was slapped with Liam’s clean smell of citrus and mahogany. My chest tightened as I remembered that he was staying in this room. My shoulders slumped, and I lingered in the entrance, not knowing what I should do. His scent filled my senses, and without knowing how, I was standing in the middle of his room. I ran my fingers over his comforter and inspected his carefully made bed. I wondered if his home smelled like this. It was intoxicating, and I bit into my bottom lip, reminiscing about him pumping his cock.
Fuck. I slammed my fist into his perfectly fluffed pillow, fighting a war within myself. They were under my skin with a few aimless stares that I’d read too deep into. Fueling my ego with a few lousy sexual compliments and dinner. I scoffed at that. Give a girl some good sex, compliments, and food, and that honestly sounded like the perfect love story.
It would be one, except I was a captive, not a willing party. I could never forgive Connor for throwing away the only thing that mattered to me, and Liam for supporting him. My rapid heartbeat needed to catch up with my logical side.
