“We?” Leo says the word as a question.
“Yes, Leo,” Aiden says. “I know you want her. I know you’ve had her, and in spite of your past exploits, I happen to think you would overall be a positive influence.”
“This is sick,” Luke says. “We should buy her a house and set her up with a trust fund or something. Keeping her captive as some kind of group sex toy is just wrong. And it’s not what Teddy would have wanted.”
“Theodore is dead,” Aiden says. “And I know why.”
All the hair on the back of my neck stands up. I have a distinctly eerie feeling.
“Why?”
“Because he was lured into a honeypot trap, and he was killed,” Aiden says. “Our enemies saw him as the weakest link. The youngest brother, with the least amount of investment in the family businesses, the kindest, the easiest to lead astray, the one who dated for love, rather than hunted his prey…”
Aiden grips the back of my neck so firmly it hurts. I let out a little yelp at just the right time to inadvertently emphasize his point.
“And this was who they chose to use to lure him out from the family fold.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean Theodore had already shared information with various hostile entities,” Aiden says.
“And she was in on it?”
“She was used like the gorgeous little fuck puppet she is,” Aiden growls, wrapping another arm around my upper body and hauling me up onto his lap as he takes a seat. I am naked and I am afraid, and both of those things combine to make me soaked as he slides a finger inside me in a display of casual domination.
“Ordinary people might be under the impression that the world is ruled by presidents and prime ministers, or maybe royal families,” Aiden monologues while he fingers me devastatingly slowly. “But we know better. We know that power has always been concentrated in the hands of a few select families who have lineages stretching back tens of thousands of years. True ancient power. The people on the street might be able to trace their family trees back to Charlemagne, but those with true power know their way back to ancestors who should be lost to history. Our forebears were trading copper in ancient Ur. We know who we are, because we are who we were bred to be.”
The man knows how to give a speech, and he knows even better how to emphasize his points while he taps and rubs my clit with his thumb. I close my eyes, and I can almost feel a warm Mesopotamian sun beaming down on me as some ancient incarnation of myself is used just as I am being used now, as a sexual slave girl to a powerful man who has no qualms about taking what he wants.
I can feel the eyes of Luke and Leo on me. Even with my eyes closed, they feel different. One is warm and intense. The other is cooler, but powerful. Each of these brothers is a very different man, but they do all share the lineage Aiden is holding court about in this moment, and I am sure it manifests strongly in each of them.
“We could punish this girl, and we will,” he says. “We will use her tears as lubricant from time to time, I am sure, because that is the sort of men we are.”
I gasp as he says that incredibly dark thing, but I know my sound of outrage is entirely undermined by the way my inner walls clenched his probing fingers even harder when he said it.
“You’re both fucking sick,” Luke says again. “This isn’t what Teddy wanted.”
“I don’t care what Teddy wanted. Teddy was weak and he got himself killed because he chose something other than family. You don’t have to be part of this arrangement. Leo and I will happily share our prize between us. You can go and be righteous all you like. But it won’t bring Theodore back. Open your legs.”
The last order is given to me, and accompanied by his free hand spreading me lewdly wide on his lap. He slides three fingers inside me now, continuing to put me on display. He has no qualms about making me the subject of a humiliating scene, but rewarding me with pleasure while he does it.
I know I am lucky.
They could have just killed me on the spot for my involvement with Teddy, and what came from it. They want to keep me alive, and where there is life, there is hope.
Aiden gives me a few rougher, faster, harder strokes, pushing me toward climax before slowing to a complete halt. His other hand wraps lightly around my throat, symbolically holding my life in his hand.
“I want to punish her,” Leo says. “For what she did with the sedative.”
“And you will,” Aiden says. “She is going to atone for her part in our brother’s death by becoming our little fuck toy. She will live with us, she will always be with one of us at all times. She will be used and bred. We have lost a brother. It is time we began producing sons and daughters. The line must go on.”
All of these things could have been said at almost any point in history, I realize as orgasm starts to build inside me. I should find his attitude and declarations frightening or repulsive, but Aiden has wrapped me up in his spell. He truly believes he owns me, and I am starting to believe it too, because of the power of his influence and his damn near hypnotic ability to redefine reality.
Luke
I have always known Aiden was a sick fuck. This is what I was trying to protect her from. He’s going to take his grief and channel it all into ruining this woman, I just know it.
And she’s not even making it difficult. She’s submitting to him, arching her back, looking under her lashes at me. She’s locked in on me. She wants me to help her. I’m sure of it.
