Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 67722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Gregory turns to watch us, still smoking, casual, but something else too. Something darker that I hadn’t noticed before.
I pull back, but Sebastian tugs me into his chest.
“Don’t chicken out now, Willow Girl,” he says, kissing my mouth.
I put my hands flat on his chest to push him off, but he cups the back of my head with one hand and won’t release me from his kiss, although he doesn’t slip his tongue into mine, not now.
But then I feel his other hand at my back, feel him unzipping my dress. He’s still kissing me when he pushes the straps off my shoulders and down my arms so that I’m naked from the waist up.
I pull back, look over at Gregory, whose eyes are locked on me.
“What are you doing?” I ask Sebastian, my voice quieter, my throat suddenly dry.
In answer, he kisses me again, kisses my cheek, then my mouth and pushes the dress off so I’m just in my underwear.
“Sebastian.” I shove against him, but to no avail.
“You want my brother?”
I shake my head and glance back, but Gregory hasn’t moved, and his dark eyes are locked on me. On us.
Is he going to share me?
Is he going to give me to his brother?
Sebastian’s eyes narrow, and this notch is his. He knows it as well as I.
“You’ve made your point. Stop,” I say.
But he doesn’t.
Instead, he turns me so that my back is to him and I’m facing Gregory. He slides his big hand into the front of my panties and cups my pussy while the fingers of his other hand find my nipple and knead.
Gregory’s eyes lock on mine, and I can’t look away. Can’t look away as he watches me in this most vulnerable position.
“You’re wet, Helena,” Sebastian whispers at my ear.
I feel his hardness behind me and from here, I can see that Gregory is aroused too. There’s a moment when I wonder if they’ll both have me at once. It excites me as much as it terrifies me. And this, Sebastian letting his brother watch me, I know it’s a trap but also my punishment.
All the while, Sebastian’s working me slow. He must feel me when I’m close, and he backs off again and again. His mouth is on my neck, kissing me, and like a child who closes her eyes when she wants to hide, I shift my face from Gregory’s, unable to look at him.
But then he moves, and I turn to see him straddling the chair, legs wide, thighs powerful, and he’s stubbing out his cigarette.
He gets up and comes over and stands inches from me. His cock is hard, like a rod straining against his jeans. I swallow when Sebastian pulls his hand for my panties, leaving me unsatisfied, leaving a wet trail across my belly.
Gregory’s gaze slides down over my belly, and I press back against Sebastian. Sebastian takes my wrists and holds them at my sides when Gregory reaches out and touches me, runs the fingernails of one hand over my breast, his gaze never leaving mine as he slides his hand inside my panties where Sebastian’s just was.
“Stop,” I try.
His fingers feel foreign. Rough.
I twist this way and that, but Sebastian’s got me tight. Gregory’s rubbing my pussy, working my clit, and I don’t want this. I don’t.
God, I don’t.
And even as I deny it, I feel the tension building, feel my body preparing. I’m going to come. One more second, and I’m going to come. That sound, it’s me, it’s my breath hitching too loud in this quiet night.
“Enough,” Sebastian commands from behind me.
I meet Gregory’s eyes again when he stops, drags his hand from inside my panties, and smears my own juices across my belly, just like his brother did.
He then turns and walks away, walks back to the patio, pours himself a whiskey, and sits down.
He watches us as Sebastian pushes me down on my knees and kneels behind me. He switches his grip, dragging my arms in front of me, taking both wrists into one of his hands and with the other, turning my face so I can see him from the corner of my eye.
“Not what you wanted?”
I jerk my face away. He pushes my panties down, and I hear him unzip his jeans. A moment later, he’s inside me, thrusting once, twice, before he pulls out.
“You’re dripping,” he whispers at my ear, and I feel him grip my ass, slip his fingers between my cheeks, and finger my pussy. He then slides his fingers into my asshole and rubs.
“Sebastian,” I say, understanding his intention. Unable to drag my eyes from the outline of where Gregory sits, watching us. “I didn’t mean—”
He pushes a finger inside my ass, and I gasp. He keeps it there and tugs me closer, so my back is flat to his chest.