Chapter 5

5

PRINCE

F inn Anderson is a living, wet dream. He’s handsome, with his dark hair and large, gray eyes. Inexperience screams from him, although I haven’t quite figured out in what exactly. Guys? Or friends in general? Judging by the assholes he came with tonight, I’d definitely say the latter. But from the way he responds to intimacy, I might even dare say that we have found ourselves a virgin flower. Who’s about to bloom in the proper garden.

“Technically, we are your landlords,” I tell Finn as we walk through the corridor. He’s still using that ridiculous light.

“Landlords?” Finn sounds surprised.

There’s electricity everywhere, but where’s the fun in showing him B’s crazy Christmas decorations yet? Or should I say Ringo? Damn, Bran always comes up with the stupidest of nicknames. We have been renovating the place, taking our time. Lately, we have been a little distracted, and the reason is walking ahead of me with stiff shoulders.

B winks at me, undoubtedly thinking the same thing.

When can we play with our flower?

I hum in amusement. “Yes. With you living inside the old director’s house.”

He stills. “I rent a room there. How…how did you know?” His voice is tight.

“We know everything about you.” I smile, but he doesn’t return the gesture. He looks troubled.

“Why?” He asks.

“Why, why ?” My brother sings. “Because you intrigue us.”

We make our way back through the corridor. Finn mindlessly kicked open most of the doors when he made his way to our living space earlier, looking deliciously panicked.

“Since you opened the doors but didn’t dare look inside…” I spread my hands. “Where would you like to start?”

“By telling me why I intrigue you!” Finn yells. He’s panting now.

I turn to B, annoyed. “You’re scaring our flower.”

He narrows his gaze. “Am I?”

“You both do!” Finn exclaims. “What are you, psychopaths?”

“That has never been clinically proven,” my brother clips. I chuckle.

“Oh my God,” Finn whispers. “You are. Are you going to kill me?”

I frown. “Why would we kill you? You’re ours. But you have questions, so we want to show you some answers. Then we’re going to celebrate. I thought that’s what we agreed on?”

“ We didn’t agree on anything. You have Lea locked in the isolation room, and—” Finn rubs a hand over his face. “What did you do with the others? Are they still alive?”

I snort. “Of course they’re still alive.”

“They were no fun,” B whines. “Can we turn on the Christmas lights? It’s the most beautiful time of the year.”

“Christmas lights?”

“Have you not seen our Christmas lights before?” I ask. “You didn’t live in that room last December, did you?”

“No,” Finn whispers. “I didn’t. I lived in my grandma’s trailer.”

“All alone,” Bran sings. “He will never be alone anymore, right, Prince?”

Finn sucks in a breath, shivering when I pull an arm around him in the darkness. “That’s right, brother. Why don’t we show him his new room first?”

We guide Finn around the corner to another wing of our home, then stop in front of a closed door. “Go on. Open it.”

Finn puts his hand on the nob, then hesitates.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“Nothing,” he murmurs. “I just—nothing.” He pushes open the door.

“Now, Ringo,” I mutter. “If you want to make an impression, press that button.”

Finn flinches at my words and blindly tries to shoulder past us in an attempt to escape the room. Grabbing him by his nape, I keep him close. Then B presses the button. Everywhere around us, Christmas decorations come to life.

Finn blinks, eyes sweeping the entire room. He gasps. “What is—is that…”

The walls are filled with images of him. Pictures we secretly took of him as he sat in our garden, drawing the asylum.

“You. Yes, flower,” I say. “We found you like this last year, and you drew our attention.”

B chortles. “Turned out you lived in that house on our land. It didn’t take us long to discover more about you.”

“More about me?” He gapes.

I trace the lines of his parted lips. “Precious, damaged flower. We will make the weed pay.”

“Why don’t we play a little game?” My brother proposes. Him and his damn games. “There’s so much you want to know. And there’s so much we want from you.” He winks at me as he passes me by.

“A game?” Finn sounds apprehensive, but he lets B push him against the wall as I approach them.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you are edible this way,” I growl in his ear. My palm cups his erection, and his eyes dart between me and my brother as we brush our hands over his chest, our mouths against his throat.

“Let’s exchange questions and kisses. Let’s undress the truth and our bodies,” B murmurs. Finn’s cock jerks at those words, despite his whimpers.

“I’ll begin,” I hum. My teeth nip at Finn’s delicate skin, and I suck, creating a beautiful mark. I seal it with a lick, then squeeze his cock, making Finn gasp. “Laura DiSanti was our grandmother.”

He gasps. “Your grandmother ?”

“Hmm. Now, let’s continue our visit.” We peel Finn off the wall and hold him in our middle as we continue down the corridor.

We have hung drawings and photos against the walls. Some are old, found during our many scavenges at the other side of the wall, and some are made by ourselves. “Our family purchased this property in remembrance after the asylum closed.”

“Remembrance?” He halts. “Wait a minute. Are you the children of her baby ?”

“We are.”

We then lead Finn to the bathroom. When we walk through, our flower gasps at the enormous bathtub with white with silver tiles.

Next is our gaming room. The screen is still on, but instead of broadcasting Fortnight, the security cameras have been activated. Together with my brother, we push Finn onto the spacious couch. His eyes land on the TV immediately.

“Cameras?” He chokes. The entire asylum is visible, with all its dark secrets and dirty corridors. Its intruders. “That’s how you knew I was downstairs in the restroom? That was you, right?”

B gives Finn a coy smile. He’s good at that, my brother. At making everyone believe he’s a good guy. He’s standing in front of us, making a show of removing his pants.

“W-wait—what are you doing?” Finn stammers.

Leaning in, I mumble, “He’s getting undressed for you.”

Finn’s eyes bulge, and his cheeks flame.

B slides his pants down over the curve of his ass. Lowering his underwear, his gorgeous cock bounces out and hits his navel. He groans, looking at our virgin flower, and plops down next to Finn’s other side.

“I see that.” Finn looks like he’s about to pass out, and we laugh. Yes, he is inexperienced. “But why?”

“You only get one question, flower. Are you sure that’s the one you want to ask?” I ask.

Finn’s gaze darts back to me. “I should ask for Lea to be released.”

“Oh, sweetheart, just ask what you really want to know. I can see the questions in your eyes.”

“Alright.” Finn licks his lips, and it makes my dick throb in anticipation. “Did Laura have a boy or a girl?”

Bran’s lips curl into a lazy smile, eyes flashing with hunger. Leaning over Finn, he brushes my chin with the pad of his thumb, then presses his mouth against mine. His lips feel soft and treacherous. My twin is the most unreliable guy in the world. And I love it. Love him .

“My cock burns to be sucked by his perky lips,” he mumbles against my heating skin. I tremble, dizzy with anticipation. Fuck, this night has been a constant build-up. We’re finally getting what we have so carefully constructed. Our way of courting our lover.

Finn’s eyes are pupil-blown, his gaze fixed on our mouths. He doesn’t seem to notice, arousal having tightened its grip around his thoughts.

B cups Finn’s chin and tilts his face up. “Would you like me to tell you something about the past?”

“Yes,” Finn whispers.

“Alright then. Because you’re so sweet.” My brother drags that gorgeous face right to where my hungry mouth is waiting. I move in, and Finn’s lips immediately yield, opening for me. I lean forward to kiss him, running my tongue against his, showing him I own him.

“Our family name is DeSantos,” B explains, his hot breath against Finn’s neck. “We are one of the oldest families registered in the country and known for our mining empire.”

Finn moans against my mouth.

“The name DeSantos was changed to DiSanti when our grandmother was admitted to the asylum. The family called her Crazy Laura. She had secretly been sleeping with a stable boy. Guess what? He’d knocked her up. Of course, that wasn’t acceptable in those times, especially not when you’re the only daughter of such a prominent family.” B licks up Finn’s throat and hums, making our flower shiver with need. “Our grandma had character,” he murmurs. “She was a troublemaker. So when the family found out she was with child, they committed her.”

B rises and moves to stand in front of me and Finn. I grab hold of Finn’s clammy hand and lead it to Bran’s weeping cock. “Give him some attention while he fills you in,” I mumble against his swollen lips.

Finn nods sweetly.

His fingers close around my brother’s dick, and as I get rid of my own pants, I watch how Finn strokes him softly. “Fuck, that’s right,” I growl. “Pretty flower.”

“Hmm,” B moans. “What else do you want to know, sweetheart? I’m in a generous mood.”

“Why was she taken to isolation?” He whispers.

I feast on all that tender flesh sitting beside me, bruising it with my teeth while making sure that Finn’s hand strokes my brother’s wet, hard cock.

Finn quivers when I nip his Adam’s apple, and he leans back against the couch, arching his frame to give me more space. I don’t even think he realizes it.

My brother chuckles huskily. “Crazy Laura drove everyone crazy. I wouldn’t be surprised if the nurses hated her so much that they threw her in that isolation room. Just to get rid of her fowl mouth.”

“So when time was finally on her side, she got her revenge,” I murmur against Finn’s skin.

Bran hums. “That she did. I’d probably do the same in her shoes. After all, the nurses had allowed for her baby to be taken away.”

“Taken away?” Finn blinks. “Where did the baby go?”

“Back to the family to trade place with his troubled mom. Because when the family found out Laura had a boy, everything changed. Boys were precious at that time, and with Laura being locked up, the family didn’t have an heir anymore. Until she gave them a son.”

B releases Finn’s hand on his dick and slides down onto his knees, reaching our eye level.

“How could they have—” Finn gasps when my brother joins my mouth on the skin of his neck. Together we suck and kiss our way around while occasionally flicking our tongues together. “D-done that to her?”

“Hmm.” Reaching down, I feel how my brother’s cock jumps against Finn’s palm. It seems our flower found his grip back on B’s dick without any help this time. “People can be cruel.”

B pulls his mouth back with a sigh and rubs a hand through Finn’s hair. “My turn. Why do you hang out with these losers?” He removes Finn’s hand and starts unbuttoning Flower’s pants.

Finn squeaks. “Please. Don’t take off my clothes.”

Bran cocks his head. “Why not? You don’t want me to touch you?”

Finn blushes a deep pink that colours beautifully with the bruises we’ve left on his throat. “I don’t know, I?—”

I wink at my twin, whose eyes twinkle.

“I have an idea.” My brother fumbles one-handedly with Finn’s pants while he uses the other one for the remote. The screen fills with four different live video footage.

“Those are—” Finn gasps, wide eyes darting over the screen.

“Four trespassers. Hmm. Perhaps we should call the police.”

“But—but—” His gaze turns my way, mouth agape as he breathes heavily. “We were given authorization to enter the property.”

“ You were, yes.” Bran’s lips curl into a crooked grin. “We knew our beautiful flower would choose to come tonight, so we prepared our party. But these four? Their names weren’t mentioned on the authorization letter.”

Finn clamps his mouth shut and gawks back at the screen. “Now…what?”

“Now?” B crouches and rolls the rest of Flower’s pants off and onto the floor.

Finn yelps, and his hands cup his erection with alarming speed, his gorgeous eyes wide.

When my brother stands up, gorgeous dick bobbing right in front of my mouth, I’ve run out of patience. Brushing my nose over the leaking tip of B’s engorged cock, I flick my tongue for a quick taste. Finn lets out a choked moan. Our eyes meet, and he looks mortified, his cheeks aflame.

Precious.

“Now we are going to play, flower.”