“Take your clothes off, Tash.”
I shake my head, and that pisses him off, so he slips his hand into my cleavage and rips the dress in two. It’s still hanging on my body, and I try to cover myself, but he slaps my hands out of the way.
“The sooner you realize that you’re mine, the better. We can make this fun, or we can make this painful. It’s really up to you. But either way, I’m fucking you tonight. After everything I went through last night, you owe me this, and I’m collecting.”
“Let’s make it fun,” Miranda suggests with a wink. “Babe, why don’t you and I get started, so Tash can see how good it’s going to be.”
He watches my face, and then he smirks. “Good idea. You sit right here. If you make a move for that door, I’ll break your fingers.”
I gasp, and he smiles, pleased with my fear.
I can’t do this.
But he jerks me into the chair, then turns to Miranda, and as he strips out of his clothes, he kisses her.
I close my eyes.
“You’ll watch this,” he says. “Open your eyes, Tash.”
I follow his orders and watch the horror unfold.
Five
JULIAN
I need to get laid.
For the past twenty-four hours, all I’ve thought about is Natasha, and that’s a big problem, considering she’s about to marry my son in just a matter of days.
Lusting after my future daughter-in-law is not something I’m proud of, and not something I’d admit to anyone else.
The issue is, I haven’t gotten my dick wet in too long. I’ve been busy with work, getting Elliott out of trouble, and helping my brothers with their businesses. It’s time to make a visit to Rapture.
I never walk in through the front door. My brothers and I come and go through Rome’s private entrance. Tonight is no different. I nod at security and then make my way to the bar, where Rome’s wife, Eloise—Lulu for short—is busy mixing drinks. She’s a beautiful woman, with long dark hair and pretty brown eyes and a curvy body that Rome’s obsessed with. Let’s be honest, he’s obsessed with every little thing about her.
I’m happy for him.
“Hey, Julian,” Lulu says with a grin. “Your usual?”
“Please.”
She nods and grabs a glass, then pours two fingers of Macallan into it before sliding it over to me.
“How’s it going?” she asks me. “You missed family dinner on Sunday.”
“I’m sorry, I was out of the country.”
She lifts an eyebrow. “Fancy.”
With a smirk, I take a sip of the whisky.
Sunday dinner is something Lulu started just after she and Rome got together. She’s an excellent cook, and she loves using her talent for large groups of people. So, each week, she invites me, Mateo, and Carson to dinner, along with our number twos and her friend Scarlett. Nothing brings this woman more joy than feeding us. And we all adore her and her cooking.
It’s not a hardship by any means.
And I try not to miss it, but this past Sunday couldn’t be helped.
“What did you cook?” I ask her.
