If Cyrus exposed their secret on purpose or if it slipped out in the heat of the moment.
Either way, it's fuckinghot. Two beautiful men using each other while fucking me at the same time. Almost makes it easy to forget what this is really about.
Punishment.
They hate me for leaving. They want to make me pay. And yet, this room they're keeping me in is practically a shrine. More proof they haven't forgotten about me like I'd feared.
My mind continues to wander as I find the same rhythm Jinx was working me with minutes ago. I imagine it's his hand again, his long fingers circling my clit, the cool metal of his rings warming up against my heated skin. This time, he's inside me and so is Cyrus, grinding against each other, stretching my pussy to the breaking point.
I come with a moan I only hope I successfully muffled in my hand. Fuck, that's going to be a new fantasy that haunts me long after my contract is up.
I rinse off, watching soap spiral down the drain. The mirror's fogged over, which is a blessing. I don't need to see my face to know it's flushed with more pleasure than I've ever felt before in my life. Don't want to examine the girl who just begged two of her former best friends to distract her from watching a murder by letting them use her body.
Not that any of them has actuallyfuckedme yet.
I wrap the towel around myself and dry my hair, just to buy myself more time. When I finally walk back out into my new luxurious prison, Cyrus is gone, which comes as no surprise, but Jinx is still sitting there on freshly changed linens and he has my hairbrush in his hand.
"Come here."
The command isn't laced with the same dominance as Cyrus's, but it's equally compelling in its own way. I find myself walking over to sit on the edge of the bed.
"What are you going to do with that?" I ask warily, because apparently, my Jinx is a degenerate now.
His lips quirk into a smile that says he knows exactly where my mind has wandered. "Naughty girl," he purrs, grabbing my hips and pulling me onto the edge of the bed between his legs. He leans forward, his arms winding around my waist and his breath hot on my neck as he whispers, "We'll save that for when you misbehave. Or when you beg for it."
A shudder crawls its way up my spine, and another when he runs his long fingers through my freshly dried hair. He pulls the tresses behind my shoulders and the brush replaces his fingers as he runs it through my hair in long, gentle strokes.
The familiarity of it sits at odds with the newness of what we've just done, but somehow, it all feels… right.
The silence between us is broken only by Jinx occasionally humming a bar from whatever pop songs on the radio have gotten stuck in his head, just like before.
This finally feels so fuckingnormal.
If I close my eyes, I can almost pretend we're back there in my old room, and nothing has really changed.
I've actually gotten pretty good at it by the time I hear a door slam downstairs, jolting me back to reality.
The brush freezes mid-stroke and I feel Jinx tense behind me. "I should probably go check on that," he says with a sigh, setting the brush aside before he gets off the bed. "You get dressed."
As soon as he's gone, I hastily throw on a clean pair of pants and a sweatshirt—my own, this time—before following the sound of voices.
Agitated voices.
My feet carry me to the hallway before I can think better of it. The voices are clearer now, coming from the living room. Cyrus, definitely. His tone has that sharp edge he gets when something's gone sideways. And Jinx, trying to calm him down with that soothing lilt that usually works on everyoneexceptCyrus when he's in full crisis mode.
I creep down the stairs, bare feet silent on the hardwood. They're in the living room, Cyrus pacing while talking rapid-fire into his phone, Jinx perched on the arm of the couch with his own phone pressed to his ear.
"—don't give a fuck what the cleanup crew says," Cyrus snaps into his phone, pushing his glasses up with his free hand. "I need confirmation that Kade is stable before we move forward with anything else."
The room spins.
"What's going on?"
Both of them freeze.
Jinx looks at me first, his expression shifting through several emotions before settling on blank. "Princess. You should go back upstairs."
"What happened?" I step into the living room, my eyes darting between them. "Where's Kade?"
