Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Amadeo brushes my hair back from my shoulders, smiling down at me.
“Let me go,” I say weakly, twisting my wrists, which Bastian keeps firmly in his grip.
“I didn’t want you getting distracted by their brilliance,” Bastian continues.
Amadeo’s hand comes to my throat, fingertips gently tracking the plunging neckline of my gown much like his brother just did, leaving me shuddering for breath as he picks up the pendant.
“She is distracting,” Amadeo says, and he may be looking at me, but the brothers are having a conversation between themselves.
I’m… well, I don’t know what I am. All I know is I should be repelled. I should want to escape. But all I can do is watch as Amadeo’s calloused hands move up to trace my collarbones, then slip under my hair to where the dress is tied at the back of my neck.
“As brilliant as the diamonds, even.” He tugs on the silk, and the top of the dress falls open, the pieces of silk making up the halter simply slipping down over my breasts, the dress only staying on because the waist is fitted.
Amadeo steps back, takes in my exposed breasts, then lifts his gaze over my head to Bastian.
“But I haven’t lost sight of the endgame, brother.”
I swallow hard, dragging my gaze from where I’m glancing down at my bared breasts, at the pendant hanging between them, up to Amadeo. To the reflection of us in the mirror beyond his shoulder. Two hulking men. Me between them.
“Let me go,” I say weakly.
Bastian shifts my wrists into one of his hands and uses the other to lift my hair so when he leans his face to mine, his mouth is at my ear.
“No,” he breathes, then drags his nose along my neck as he inhales deeply. “Amadeo,” he says.
Amadeo raises his eyebrows as Bastian snakes his hand around and cups one of my breasts. I let out a whimper, squirming. I need to get away from them. Get out of here. I need to do it now before this goes any further. I cannot feel the things I am feeling in the deepest parts of myself with my kidnappers.
Bastian plays with my nipple. He’s so close I can feel his heat at my back, my neck. Smell his aftershave and the whiskey he drank.
“You know I have an eye for these things,” he continues as Amadeo tilts my chin up to meet his eyes. “And I’d say our little Dandelion is aroused yet again.”
“Is she? Why am I not surprised?” Amadeo asks.
I swallow hard because I know what they’re doing. What comes next.
“The dress is perfect. I chose it with a purpose, did you know that?” Amadeo asks me.
I shake my head.
“Not only because I knew you’d be perfect in gold.” He steps even closer, takes the flowing silk into his hands. The dress has a slit almost to the waist straight down the center. It’s designed so it wouldn’t open that far when walking or sitting but now, what Amadeo is doing.
“Stop,” I cry out as he spreads the dress open to expose my thighs, the panties, a caramel lace slip of cloth that would barely be enough for an eye patch.
“Now that’s nice,” Bastian says, making a show of peering down over my shoulder. “What do you think? Am I right?” he asks Amadeo.
I close my eyes and turn my head away when I feel Amadeo’s hand on my inner thigh.
“No, Dandelion. That won’t do. Open your eyes.”
I do.
“Good. Now look at me,” he says as his fingers rest along the lace of the panties.
I swallow hard but do as he says.
“Good girl. Do you know what we want?” he asks as he slides his hand inside the panties and cups my sex.
I find myself squirming and hate myself for leaning toward him rather than away.
“We want to watch you come.”
“No. I… No.”
“Shh.” Bastian closes his mouth over the pulse at my neck and sucks, and I’m up on tiptoe as Amadeo manipulates my clit. I hear the sound of it, of my arousal, and I smell myself. It’s not long before my knees are buckling, and I’m only upright because I’m leaning against Bastian.
“That’s it,” Amadeo says. “Give yourself over to it. You belong to us.”
“I… can’t…”
He leans his face to mine, the scruff of his jaw tickling my cheek as he whispers into my ear. “You can. You will. Come for us, Dandelion.”
With that, he does something with his fingers, dipping two inside me, hooking me as his thumb plays furiously with my clit. I exhale loudly, lean my forehead onto his shoulder, and close my eyes because my body is no longer under my control. It’s theirs. And I’m coming. I’m coming so hard I bite my own lip and cry out between the pain of it and the pleasure of Amadeo’s fingers inside me. Bastian’s mouth on my neck, his fingers at my nipple. I come. And when it’s done, when my orgasm subsides and I’m left trembling, humiliation sets in as the brothers look at me, watch me, eyes on fire, smiles playing along their lips.