I have to remind myself she’s the enemy, because she looks, sounds, and feels too fucking good. This woman should come with a warning sign. She’s more dangerous than I even thought. Placing my hand around her throat, I lean down and growl in her ear.
“Such a filthy fucking slut. I bet you’d like all three of us in every one of your ravenous holes at the same time. Wouldn’t you?”
I expect her to deny it, but instead she moans desperately.
I push her until she’s pressed against the mirror completely. Holding her by the back of her neck, I groan as I fill her pussy.
“Such a good little slut. But this won’t happen again. You’re a used up whore, and I’m not into that like my brothers are.”
I let go of her, and she falls to her knees, crying. This is exactly what I wanted, so I don’t understand the tightening in my chest.
After pulling out, I turn away from her without a word. I grab my shorts and pull them on, leaving behind the ruined mess I wanted her to be.
I’m confident that memory will replace the one of me calling her baby. I know she thinks I’m a dick. I don’t enjoy hurting damaged women, but I have to protect my brothers, and her disappearing is what’s best for them both. I had a weak moment, but calling her a fucking pet name snapped my head back to where it should be. We cannot afford for all three of us to be weak for this woman.
CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
KNOX
Three Days Later…
Carterand I sit in the office going over the cars we have coming in.
“Three more Supras. It’s weird, because we went a year without any, and now they’re coming in constantly. I wonder-”
I stop mid-sentence, as I realize my brother isn’t listening to a word I say.
“What’s going on?” I ask.
He doesn’t respond, so I try again.
“Carter, what’s going on?”
His eyes snap to mine, and he swallows nervously.
“I’ve been thinking about things. I-I think I want you to tie me up.”
I’m sure I heard him wrong.
“I’m sorry. What?”
He leans back in his chair and repeats his words.
“I want you to tie me up.”
I close the laptop and focus my attention on Carter.
“Okay, but why?”
He arches an eyebrow and flashes me an expression telling me the answer should be obvious.
“For her.”
“For her,” I repeat, still confused.
Carter nods and says, “So she can touch me, Knox. I need this. Maybe I can learn to tolerate her touch.”
I shake my head, refusing his request.
