Chapter 21

This meal with Drake is anxiety inducing. I have food issues, and the thought of eating like a pig in front of him is devastating. I know he doesn’t love me and never will, but the way he looks at me like he’s constantly dying to fuck me is addicting. Relax Natalia. I’ll get a chicken salad or something light like that. No carbs. Whoever created carbohydrates should be killed. They were probably created by Satan himself. The more you eat, the more you crave.

We walk through the restaurant and go into a private dining room. He pulls out a chair for me, and I take a seat before he pushes my chair in. I hide my surprise at his chivalrous behavior. It’s unexpected but pleasant just the same.

He takes a seat across from me and I ask, “I assume someone will bring a menu?”

Shaking his head, he says, “No. I’ll be ordering for you. I don’t need a menu because I have it memorized.”

“I just want a salad.”

He chuckles, “You aren’t a fucking rabbit, Pretty Girl. There’s one rule tonight, only one. Do as you’re fucking told.”

Lowering my gaze to the table, I practically beg, “Drake, please.”

The waitress appears and I realize quickly he won’t relent as he orders.

“Two glasses of red wine, you know my preference. Grilled medium steaks for two, along with mashed potatoes, seasonal vegetables and a selection of bread, please.”

He arches an eyebrow in my direction. “And a side salad for my little bunny.”

Drake seems to have the impression that I like salad, which I guess it’s okay, but that’s not why I wanted one.

The waitress walks away and he instantly questions me as he sits back in his chair, “You aren’t happy with what I ordered for you?”

I shrug like it doesn’t matter, but to me, it does. “It’s fine, just so many carbs.”

He places his hand over mine. “You don’t like them?”

I laugh a little louder than I mean to, “Drake, I’ve never met a carb I didn’t like. That’s the problem honestly. I’m trying to be less of a pig.”

My words seem to anger him as he slams a fist on the table. “Natalia,” he growls sexily, “Do you want to see me angry, Pretty Girl?”

“Not especially,” I answer as the waitress comes back and places our wine glasses on the table in front of us. “Anything else, Sir?”

I roll my eyes at the way she stares at him with hope, like he might tell her to drop to her knees and suck his cock. Luckily for me, he doesn’t. I mean nothing to him, so I’m not sure why it matters, but it does. The way he gives her no attention makes my heart swell with some sort of misplaced pride. Drake”s gaze stays firmly affixed to mine as he responds to the annoying blonde, “No. That’ll be all.”

He takes a sip of his wine while I do the same. Then he asks for the one thing I don’t know that I can give him.

“Tell me where this pig thing comes from.”

I shake my head, refusing to talk about this with him. Drake isn’t some soft-hearted, supportive guy. My worst fear is that if I tell him about this, he’ll laugh. I don’t think I could bear hearing him enjoying my horror.

He arches an eyebrow in obvious annoyance. “Do you think you’re safe because we are in public, Pretty Girl? I assure you, I don’t care where we are. I will spank that beautiful ass until you give me exactly what I want.”

Folding my arms over my chest, I return his glare. “You wouldn”t dare.”

His chuckle causes goosebumps to move across my skin. He wouldn’t do that here, would he? We are in his brother”s restaurant. Surely this brute has limits. Without a word, he rises from his seat and begins moving our wine glasses and silverware to the side of the table while I observe him with a confused expression.

“Stand,” he says, but I know it’s not a request, it’s an order, so I do.

He grips the back of my neck and pushes me over the now empty table. I turn my head to the side so I can breathe, “Drake, please.”

His laughter sounds out before me. “Are you ready to talk, Pretty Girl?”

“No,” I answer honestly. If he thinks this will make me want to confide in him, he’s very wrong. Humiliating me in a restaurant is not the answer he thinks it is. Drake grabs the hem of my dress on either side and yanks it over my hips and then hooks his thumbs into the sides of my panties and pulls them down my legs until they are pooled at my feet. I whimper when he slides his hands up my thighs to my bare ass and squeezes my flesh. “I know, Pretty Girl. The sooner you learn how to do as you”re told, the easier this will be.”

Squeezing my eyes shut, I blurt out, “I fucking hate you.”

He chuckles like it’s the greatest thing he’s ever heard. “Good.”

Before I can question his response, his hand comes down on my flesh, hard. He quickly strikes me again. I moan loudly because the pain is intense and exactly what I need. The stinging pain is a relief. It’s as if with every hit he quiets her voice. The demon in my mind that constantly reminds me that I’m not good enough.

Don’t eat so much. Lose weight. Be who they want you to be.

He hits me again, with so much force, my body moves forward as I cry out. Drake groans when he runs his finger along my wet slit.

“Fuck. You’re drenched for me, Pretty Girl.”

The clanging of his belt buckle is loud in the room, with nothing other than soft music playing. I should tell him no, but would he stop if I did? It doesn’t matter because if I’m honest with myself; I want this as much as he does. Drake groans as he pushes into me with urgency. He makes me feel like he’ll die without me and I’m well aware what a dangerous thought process this is with this man. Again, I remind myself to not get attached to him. This is temporary, after all. When the brothers both get their fill, I’ll be tossed aside like trash. He pulls out most of the way and slams back into me repeatedly. Drake wraps his hand around the side of my neck so I can’t move. I whimper underneath his powerful frame, “Someone could come in.”

My concern is met with him chuckling, the deep sound vibrating against my back as he speaks directly into my ear, “Then you better hurry and come for me, Pretty Girl. I can go all night long.”

“I can’t,” I whimper louder than I intend to.

He pulls me up slightly, wraps his hand around my throat while he continues fucking me. “You’ll breathe again when you do as you’re told.”

I squirm in his grip, but he only tightens his hold on me. I panic as he cuts my breath off completely. The black spots in my vision cause the fear to grow as my body gives in to him. He eases up on my throat as the orgasm crashes in on me. I gulp for air, causing me to cough repeatedly.

Drake pounds into me, chasing his own release, and groans, “You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re obedient for me.”

The door opens and a man with our food walks in and Drake barks at him, “Out. Now.”

He quickly averts his gaze, places our food on the table and quickly races out.

“I should fucking kill him for seeing you like this.”

Drake pulls out of me and yanks me so I’m standing and grips my chin, “Nobody other than my brother gets to see you like this.”

I arch an eyebrow at his absolute absurdity. “It’s your fault. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have been bent over a table being fucked.”

His lips turn up into a devious grin as he says, “Get on your knees, Pretty Girl. Clean up the mess you’ve made.”

Drake pulls my panties back up and fixes my skirt. “Do as you’re told.”

“You have control issues.”

Grabbing me by the shoulders, he pushes me down to my knees. I lift his cock and lick the underside, causing him to groan, before taking him into my mouth and sucking him clean. I taste myself on him and wonder, should this disgust me? It doesn’t. The flavor of the two of us combined is powerful.

Removing himself from my mouth, he grabs my shoulders and pulls me to my feet as he gazes at me. “That’s my good girl. My beautiful girl. Now, sit down and eat.”

After putting himself back together, he grabs our plates, cutlery, and glasses of wine and puts them back where they were.

Drake

I spreadbutter on a piece of pumpernickel bread and hand it to Natalia. She cringes as if I’m handing her a fucking snake.

“Do I have to?” She asks with profound sadness that I simply don’t understand. Why should it be so devastating to eat bread?

“Yes. Unless you can give me a valid reason for not at least trying it.”

A tear trickles down her cheek and she swipes at it angrily with her free hand, “Please, Drake. Don’t make me talk about this.”

While I don’t enjoy making her cry, I won’t let this go because I have a feeling this is why she hurts herself. She stares down at her plate with defeat and shakes her head. “I’m a fat pig. I don’t need these carbs.”

Her words make me see red in an instant, but I force myself to keep a stoic demeanor and not react. “What makes you say that?”

She wipes another tear away and glances at me momentarily before returning her gaze to her plate of food that she hasn’t touched.

“I’ve been told that my entire life by my sister. I guess when you hear something enough, you believe it.”

I cut my steak, hoping she’ll follow suit, but she doesn’t.

“Is this why you hurt yourself?”

She nods before she speaks quietly, barely above a whisper, “Yes. I don’t expect you to understand, but it makes me feel better for a little while. When I cut into my skin, it quiets her voice in my head.”

We should’ve killed her sister when we had her in our warehouse. If I had known what I do now, I would have. Of course, then we wouldn’t have had anything to hold over her and she wouldn’t be with us now. Still, if I had it to do over again, that bitch would be dead.

“She makes you feel like this and still you saved her life?”

Her wet eyes lift to mine as she stares at me with a shocked expression. “She’s my sister. My twin. Of course, I’d save her. It doesn’t matter that she hates me. I still love her.”

I would lie down my life for any of my brothers without a second thought, but it’s not the same. I know if one of them had abused me the way her sister has her, I’d have ended them, sibling or not.

“Two bites of everything. That’s the requirement. You are not a fat pig. Natalia, you are fucking stunning. Your sister is a goddamn liar. Maybe she’s jealous. I don’t know what her issue is, but you are absolute perfection. So be a good girl and eat your dinner, please. I don’t want to punish you, but if I have to, I will. You will eat. That’s not negotiable.”