Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
I glare right back, pushing down the memories of looking up at him when I was a boy. When his face would be twisted in fury as he loosened his belt. I hate that he can still make me feel like this. But these days, we mostly fight with words. "You're all the bastard this family will ever need."
He grunts, unimpressed. I wonder what he might say if I told him about Honor, but I won't. I speak to the old son of a bitch only when I have to, and it would only give him pleasure to hear that she's in so much trouble she has to fucking sell herself. He called her mom a whore often enough.
But then I'm enjoying it too, so does that make me any better than him?
Fuck.
"Well, you're here now, and we're both up, so come look at this, so we're both ready tomorrow. If you're awake enough to fuck, you're awake enough to pretend to take some responsibility." He turns his laptop so we can go over the figures. Having to cooperate with him makes my mouth taste like puke, but business is business. And while Dick-Ass is a narcissistic asshole, it's in both of our best interests that the family business goes well, so the day he finally kicks the bucket, my brothers and I have a thriving, company to take over.
I settle into my chair, prepared for a night of trading barbs and hoping that he finds it in himself to get riled up so that he punches first.
Wishful thinking.
But if he does, it sure as hell will be me who punches last.
* * *
My mood is still sour when I find myself outside the entrance to Club Scarlet the following night. Even the thought of Honor waiting for us isn't enough to wash the bad taste out of my mouth, but I suspect that I'll be feeling better by the end of a night of using her the way she deserves.
"We can deal with Dad sometimes, too," says Nate. Much as I try to hide it, he and Lyle know me too well.
Just like I know that they can't. They never did, and much as I took the brunt of it when we were young, it's still my job to do it now. I'll always do my best to keep the worst of Dad away from them. No point in all of us suffering.
"It's fine," I lie.
Still, as we enter, I can feel my shoulders relaxing. As the elevator lurches and my stomach surges on the way up, it's like my body knows where we're heading. We're closing in on Honor, and it's making it easier to let our fucked-up family life slip from my mind.
Perhaps we should keep her around, just for that reason. We could pay her more. If there's anything we have more than enough of, it's money. Wouldn't Victoria be proud of her little daughter then? A whore for the Aston brothers.
Where is Victoria? The way she always hovered over Honor, you'd think she would still be watching over her.
I stop before room twenty-eight. If Honor has obeyed her instructions, she's inside waiting for us. Naked. Kneeling. Blindfolded. My pants tighten at the thought.
I push the door open.
The reality of her sleek form on the floor, facing the bed and with a silk tie bound around her face, is the sexiest fucking thing I've seen in my life. Lyle's sharp draw of breath says I'm not alone.
The upside-down heart shape of her ass reminds me of our first time together. Even with her arms at her side, the swell of her heavy tits is visible. I want to hold her by them as I fuck her bowlegged. I want to gnaw on them as I bury my cock in her ass. I want to feel her clench around me as she chokes on one of the other guys' cocks. So many possibilities.
And the best thing about all this is that she's agreed to let us do it all. She wants it too, maybe even more than she needs it.
I heft the smooth, red bunch of ropes I'm holding, already planning where to attach them and how to bind her. I can't get back all the years after she and Victoria left us behind to rot with our piece-of-shit father, but I can give her a sense of how dark and hopeless it felt.
"Hello, Honor. I hope you're ready for us. For your sake."
9
HONOR
CAUGHT IN THE FIRE
I never knew I could feel so disconnected from my own consciousness. As Kylian, Nate, and Lyle touch me, the word 'no' springs to my lips with ease. You can pretend we're strangers, Kylian said. You can pretend you hate what we do to you if that makes you feel better.
It doesn't make me feel better to imagine that either. We are not strangers, and no matter how hard I try, I can't hate anything about the time we're together.