Chapter 15

Her mouth drops open as her eyes widen as she shrinks before us, “You burned-”

She doesn’t finish her sentence because I’m sure this is unbelievable to her. She swallows hard several times, and darts her tongue out, licking her lips before she speaks.

“Why?”

Lifting one shoulder, I tell her honestly, “Insurance.”

She shakes her head as if this is confusing, even though it’s quite simple. I had her house burned down when I knew she was on her way here.

Natalia laughs nervously, “This is insane.”

I nod, fully aware of how crazy this is. I’m not an idiot. I know this isn’t something most men would do to keep what they want. When I kissed her, it only cemented my obsession. That’s grown to the point of consuming me.

“You burned down my home. Do you know how many people might have died?”

Drake chuckles darkly. “Pretty Girl, any lives lost are inconsequential. It got you here, and that’s all that matters. We didn’t kidnap you. You came with us on your own.”

Tears well in her eyes. “I did not come here on my own. I was coerced.”

Dante nods in agreement. “You were, but you’re free to go if you don’t want to be here. That means your sister will be handled, as all our problems are.”

A tear runs down her cheek and I fight the urge to get up and lick it from her skin. “You’ll murder her.”

I answer while she stares at my brother in disbelief. “Yes. And unfortunately, we’ll have to inform your parents that you chose not to save Nicole.”

She puts her face in her hands and sobs and it twists something in my chest, but not enough to change my mind. We watch her silently as she cries but then, like a faucet, it’s turned off as she looks up at us with pure hatred, “Fine. Set her free and you can have whatever it is you want from me.”

Again, my dick twitches with need for her. Her mouth, cunt, and even that sexy little ass. I fucking want all of her.

I rise from my spot on the loveseat and walk over to her. Taking a seat beside her, I take her face in my hands. “Now we own you. The word no means nothing to us. Scream for us to stop. We never will. You’re ours. There’s no going back.”

Sliding my hand from her face to her neck, I feel her pulse racing under my fingertips. And it’s so fucking beautiful. Her fear makes me insane with desire.

“For how long?”

Dante comes and sits on the other side of her as I growl, “Until we are both done with you.”

“I want my sister set free right now.”

My brother speaks low into her ear, but loud enough that I can hear him, “I’ll make the call, but as long as you understand if you run, we will find her and kill her. You won’t get this chance to save her again.”

Her glare stays focused on me without wavering. She says, “Make the fucking call.”

While Dante places the call, I run the pad of my thumb over her lips before pushing the digit into her mouth, “Suck.”

My dick begins to fucking weep as she obeys me and sucks it like it’s a fucking cock. Her tongue swirls around the tip, causing me to groan. Fuck. I have a feeling I’m going to be in her throat constantly.

I retract my thumb as Dante ends the call. “There. It’s done. Your sister will be home shortly.”

Again Natalia flashes me a death glare, “Just so we’re clear, I fucking hate you both. I hope you both tire of this sinister game quickly, because the thought of either of you being inside of me makes me nauseous.”

I grin, “You’ll hate fucking us until you love us, hate fucking you, Pretty Girl.”

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Natalia

I knewthey weren’t good men, but this was beyond my wildest nightmares. Drake groans as he takes my hand, stands and pulls me up so I’m standing between him and his brother. “I can’t fucking wait to break you, Pretty Girl.”

I have no idea why they call Domenic De Luca the devil when there’s no man more evil than his brother Drake. The man is worse than Satan himself. There is nothing good in him, no redeemable qualities. The man is pure evil. When he vowed to break me, I believed him.

He pulls me down a long hallway and into a large bedroom. I glance around the room as I stand frozen. The walls are a dark gray in contrast to how it looked in the living room. But it’s the bed that makes me nearly laugh at them both. It’s a king-sized bed with a black iron frame, but instead of normal bedposts, the tops have black skulls. Skulls. Even the bed has to say, I’m a threatening bad guy and I wonder whose room this is. Surely, the brothers don’t share a bed.

“Whose room is this?”

Drake lifts a shoulder. “Ours now.”

I turn to him and arch a brow. “You share a bed with your brother?”

He chuckles, the deep sound rumbling through his chest. “No, I don’t share a bed with my brother. We’ll figure out the logistics as we go. One of us will always sleep in here with you. This is new for us, so we’ll figure it out.”

I glance at Dante. “Have you not done this before?”

Dante answers, “Not exactly. We’ve shared a woman sexually, but neither of us is accustomed to sleeping with women.”

My gaze darts between the two of them as I take in his words, but I’m not really surprised. Both men definitely strike me as fuck it and forget it guys, which is just fine with me. Maybe after a few times, they’ll be ready to move on and let me out of this bizarre deal. Nicole to live to further torment me and I can go back to my life as I knew it.

“Clothes off,” Drake says, causing my gaze to snap to his. I swallow hard as the nerves set in. “Can you turn the lights off at least?”

Drake grabs the back of his black t-shirt and whips it off. “No. Get fucking undressed. Don’t make me remind you of what’s at risk.”

I fucking hate my sister right now, possibly more than she hates me. This is all her fault. If it weren’t for her stupidity, I wouldn’t be here getting ready to take my clothes off with all the lights on for two men that are vile human beings.

“Natalia,” Drake growls, his menacing glare causes me to shiver as I remove my clothes with trembling fingers.

Dante steps closer to me, brushing his thumbs over the thin fabric of my bra covering my breasts, and kisses me. His lips are soft, his tongue slow and sensual, sliding against mine as a whimper escapes from me. The same one I promised myself they wouldn’t get. I don’t want to make this enjoyable for either of them. Drake undoes my bra as he stands behind me. Dante drags my straps over my arms and tosses the garment to the floor as his brother spins me so I’m facing him. He cups my breasts in his large hands, “Are you scared, Pretty Girl?”

“Yes.”

He pinches both of my nipples, causing me to yelp with pain and pleasure. “Good. You should be. There will be no safe words. No limits. What we want, we take.”

His brother kneels behind me and drags my panties down my legs before spreading my ass cheeks and pressing his face between my trembling legs. “Fuck. This scent is intoxicating.”

I jump when I feel his tongue press inside me.