I approach her, and she places her hands behind her back. Tilting her head back, she gazes at me with profound sadness.
“I’m sorry.”
I tuck her hair behind her ear, and say, “I don’t know what’s going on right now, Little Heathen. I need you to help me out. What are you sorry for?”
She hangs her head, obviously plagued with guilt, but I still don’t understand why.
Taking in a shaky breath, she admits, “I had sex with Killian.”
I fight myself not to laugh, because I can clearly see how upset she is. Does she think I’m going to be upset with her? Well, to be fair, if it were anyone other than either of my brothers, I would lose my fucking mind.
Placing my hand under her chin, I move her head back, and look into her eyes.
“Did my brother make you come, Little Heathen?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
I drag my thumb over her bottom lip, and she darts out her tongue, tasting my skin.
“How did he make you come?”
She squeezes her eyes shut tight, clearly unable to look at me while she confesses what she perceives as a sin.
“I’m not angry. Look at me while you tell me how Killian made your needy pussy come.”
Pink colors her cheeks as she gazes at me.
“With a cross… from my parents’ house.”
“Fuckkk,” I groan, wishing I had been awake to see the cross moving in and out of her sweet cunt.
“You are ours. Killian included. No guilt. No shame. In this house, you can safely explore your desires, Little Heathen. Whether I am present or not. Do you understand?”
She nods, and I step back and say, “Knox, take her clothing off.”
Without an ounce of hesitation, he moves behind her and grabs the hem of her shirt on either side.
“Hands up, Tesoro.”
Her eyes stay on mine as she does as she’s told. Maintaining contact, I drop my boxer shorts to the floor. Her gaze immediately drops to my cock as I stroke it slowly.
“Carter,” she whimpers, as Knox tosses her shirt to the floor.
I stare at her bare tits appreciatively, while Knox lowers her skirt and panties to the ground.
My brother kisses her neck, while he reaches around to her front and pinches one nipple, and then the other until she moans sweetly.
“On your knees, Tesoro.”
He doesn’t tell her to put her hands behind her back, because she always does it on her own.My fucking good Little Heathen.
“Tell me what you want,” I say, as she sinks to her knees.
Heather tilts her head to the side and flashes me an annoyed expression.
“You know what I want, Carter.”
Shaking my head, I raise my brow.
