26. Perfect Little Treasure

Chapter 26

Perfect Little Treasure

I was getting used to waking up and not knowing where I was. When was the last time I had even slept in my own bed? I couldn't remember. No, all I could remember was every touch, every taste, and every feeling the brothers had bestowed on me last night.

All of which I hadn't just welcomed.

I had craved.

And, shamefully, even in my panicked state of mind shortly after, because as soon as they continued their care, I had been putty in their hands. I hadn't been able to say a word as they took their time washing my body and my hair, each of them taking a piece of me like I was some little sex doll they were happy to share and play with together.

Although, the only thing they didn't do, was have sex with me. In fact, as far as I was aware, neither of them found the sweet release that they had given me. It was as if the night had been all about me, and they were content to keep it that way. Something that left me flabbergasted because I had never known pleasure could be like that. That it could be so selflessly given to the woman… and without receiving anything in return. But more than that, the fact that they didn't just seem content, they seemed fucking happy!

My sexual mind had been blown along with a little more of my heart freely given. A dangerous combination, but it couldn't be helped. Because even after being brought to endless orgasms, they still continued to give me so much more. So much care with their soapy, gentle caresses all over my body. Their adoring words making me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. It honestly brought tears to my eyes.

Even after they had carried me out of the shower and wrapped me up in a soft, fluffy towel, one I was tempted to steal , I still kept wondering when I would have to take over. At what point would they set me on my feet and walk away?

But it never happened.

If I didn't have both their hands on me, I had at least one of them touching me. The only time I got to myself was when they allowed me to go to the toilet, embarrassingly standing just outside waiting for me to finish.

Then they were both back to working together like a well-oiled machine, as if they had been caring for me this way all their lives. Or should I say, all my life because I had no idea how old they truly were. In fact, I think I was scared to find out because, let's just say, I wasn't ready to get my mind blown again so soon.

As they continued to work in tandem, I found myself dried by one, and the other was be ready to dress me, this time in Talon's T-shirt. One that was huge on me, much to the brother's amusement.

However, any smiles I was giving them thanks to my care died the moment Victor picked me up and walked over to a secret door, hidden in the paneling of his office. One only accessible when Talon placed his hand on an invisible scanner. The door revealed itself after that and Victor carried me through. And still, I didn't speak, too shocked to say anything until we reached the end of a hallway and the vault door came into view.

That's when I started to struggle.

"Calm… ssshh, calm for me," he cooed, and amazingly I did, making me realize that I did because I had no choice. Because there was no way I would not panic at the prospect of being put in there like some family heirloom or money bonds, as if I was now some priceless piece of treasure they were about to add to their collection. But Victor had told me to calm, and I was powerless to disobey.

They were controlling me.

They had to be. There was no other explanation for it.

As we entered, I had been expecting a room full of treasures or lock boxes like in some bank vault, but I was quickly proven wrong. Instead, it was a bedroom, making me wonder if it wasn't some kind of safe room? The insane security would suggest as much because half of the stuff they did on the control panel to open it I didn't see.

Then once inside, my mind was reeling, spinning through all the things that had happened and what they were doing. The room looked as though it had been turned into a pretty little cage for their new pet, unless it had always looked this way. The big black metal bed in the center looked big enough for ten people and stood like the focal point in the room. Blood red sheets made it look like the set for a horror snuff movie, making me question if that was what they had scheduled next? Some ritualistic plan to drink me dry?

"Time for sleep, little love," Victor had said tenderly, as if he could feel my internal panic and he was trying to ease my mind and fears. The endearment wasn't lost on me, and I clung to it in order to get me through this.

"Please, you don't have to put me in here, I won't run," I had told them, pleading and hoping that the silent look they gave each other meant I would get my way.

Victor put me down on the bed and gripped me by the shoulders to turn me so I was now facing his brother. Then he astonished me further as he started brushing my hair, his movements gentle and precise. After this he told me,

"It won't be for long, just one night until we can take you somewhere else."

"That's right, little Peach, don't fear for we will be keeping a good eye on you," Talon said, nodding to the corner of the room where I could see a security camara mounted.

"But I don't want…" I tried to speak once Victor had finished with my damp hair.

"Ssshh now, it is time to sleep. Sleep without restraints so we are assured you won't hurt yourself or try to run away again," Victor answered me, stroking back my hair before granting me a kiss on my forehead. Talon did the same before lying me down in the bed and tucking me in, ordering me,

"Sleep, Nessa… sleep, our perfect little treasure."

And I did.

All because he had commanded it.

But as for now? Well now I was wide awake, and clarity finally started to sink back in once more. Even after last night, they were still classing me as their prisoner, making me question what type of relationship this would be, if any relationship at all. A question that quickly prompted the painful truth, one that hit me as I finally admitted to myself why I was so terrified.

I had fallen in love with them.

As crazy as it was, it could no longer be denied.

But if any kind of future was going to happen, I first needed to make them see that they couldn't keep locking me away like the pet they claimed me to be. Well, at least they wanted to keep me fed and watered because I found a basket of fruit and a bottle of water on a side table. Christ, I was just surprised there wasn't a chamber pot in here for me to piss in!

I sat up, pushing my hair out of my face, the memory of Victor washing it last night still fresh in my mind. The waves were crazy around my head, thanks to sleeping on it while damp. I then looked down at the T-shirt Talon had put me in, unable to help lifting it to my nose and breathing in deep. I nearly wept at the scent of him, knowing yet again my only option right now was to run once more. Because no matter how hard I had fallen, I could not let them do this to me without me getting some answers first. And I did not think I could get these answers here.

So, I stood and looked at the impenetrable door. One they most likely believed as being the only place strong enough to keep me locked inside. Little did they know of my powers.

A smug sense of knowing fell over me like a shroud of confidence in my abilities, and this time when I made my demands, I did so with a strength in my voice that hadn't been there before.

"Cut the camara and open the door." Both of which happened. The red light went out and the sound of hefty locks all shifting echoed. I hadn't even needed to say ‘I wish'. Because there was no more wishing. There was only control. The control I was determined to take back, Vampire lovers be damned.

It was time to put them to the test.

My love for them fueled the prayers I made in hoping they would pass. I pushed the vault door open and entered the dark hallway, commanding,

"Lights."

They came on instantly so I could see where I was going. I was soon back in their office, wincing when I saw the rug I had vomited over was missing. I felt so sorry for the poor soul that had been ordered to deal with that. The sentiment didn't last long because I rushed into the bathroom to find my outfit still on the floor, lying there as if I had simply disappeared, leaving this as the only evidence of my ever being here. It was a stark reminder that last night had actually happened.

Well, soon there would be a reminder of a different kind. I stripped out of Talon's T-shirt and replaced it with my dress, dropping it to the floor. I quickly changed, knowing I would have no choice but go out looking as I had done last night. The only piece of myself I left was the black lace rose I placed on their desk.

Like some kind of goodbye kiss.

But would it end up being the forever kind?

I shook these painful thoughts from my mind as I grabbed my purse, thankful to find it still on the sofa after last night. Then I looked at the door I already knew would be locked. Just another barrier that the brothers likely hoped would keep me sealed behind.

"Open," I demanded, my voice strangely steady and in control. Then I stepped out into the hallway I had tried to escape down last night, knowing nothing would stand in my way this time. Not when I commanded this door to open like all the rest.

"Let no one stop me as I leave," I said, pulling the door open and finding the space behind it empty. The once vibrant club looked cold and abandoned. Just an empty room that had held nothing but secret promises for so many hopefuls. Well, I was leaving mine behind as I unlocked each door until the busy street met me. Bright, blinding sunshine was something I wished I could have shied away from. Especially as people stared at me, like this was the ultimate walk of shame.

If only they knew.

I looked up at the sky and asked aloud,

"Now what?" But that was when a cab stopped next to me and the driver asked,

"Did you need a ride?" I narrowed my eyes in suspicion, asking myself if my power of luck would really extend that far. So, I walked closer and told him,

"Yeah, I need to get to 97 Allen Street and I need it to be a free ride."

His eyes glazed over and he looked straight ahead, telling me in a weird zombie like state as he repeated,

"Allen street. Free ride."

I shrugged my shoulders and got inside, hopeful it worked. Needless to say that when it did…

I cursed myself for not trying this sooner.

The moment I got back to my apartment, I already had a plan in place as to what I needed to do next. It was clear that after last night the fortune teller had something to do with all of this. It had all started that night after she had touched me, then she had set me up, purposely sending me to the wolves last night.

But why?

What was her plan in all of this? Well, it was time for me to find out, once and for all. Which was why I slipped out of my dress, tugging at the ribbon that Talon had been so good at unraveling last night, along with my sexuality. Thoughts of them both were at the forefront of my mind, flashes of the night playing on a constant loop, it was maddening. I even looked at the shower and ended up shaking my head. I just couldn't do it. I just couldn't wash the scent of them from my skin. Not yet.

So, I grabbed my underwear, a pair of stone wash jeans that flared at the bottom, and a navy T-shirt I paired with a cream zip-up hoodie. Then I stuffed my phone, keys, and bank card in my pocket before leaving the apartment.

My mission was clear.

I knew it was time to learn the truth and to do that, I had to first go back to the beginning.

Back to that night.