Colten’s voice plays in my head:
“You and I both know, as badly as you want to escape, your curiosity is desperately telling you to find out what we’ll do to you.”
God, I hate that in the bottomless depths of my messed-up soul, I want to find out. Find out if my body will betray me, and I’ll either be so wet and horny that I’ll beg to be touched, or I’ll clench my thighs together because I need something more there.
There is an imposter in my brain. A little splinter implanted itself, telling me I want more. It’s a parasite, growing more impatient and taunting me with each passing second—whispering and telling me to push them harder and find out.
What does that say about me if I indulge in this situation and let my curiosity win?
They drugged me. Abducted me. Maybe if I fight back hard enough, they’ll get annoyed and let me go. Or I’ll find myself six feet in the ground, and they’ll use my body to give nutrients to the trees.
“Criminal activity must be a family trait you inherited from your father.” I laugh shakily. “I guess the apple—sorry apples, don’t fall very far from the tree.”
Brennan’s eyes darken while Cameron’s hold on my neck turns demanding. He uses his force to shove me downward, my knees diving into the soft, wet earth.
I peer down to avoid unpleasant eye contact, but Brennan leans down. Gripping my jaw with his fingers, he forces my head up. “What better way to punish you for that mouth than to stuff it full of cock.”
Cameron’s fingers lightly skid across the nape of my neck. They tangle in my hair and pull violently enough that my head stings. “A deal is a deal, Taryn.” His breath skids into my ear.
My eyes flutter closed at his reminder, my heart thumping so hard I’m afraid it’s going to burst through my chest and plop onto Brennan’s boots.
With Brennan’s hand still on my chin, his thumb glides across my lower lip, and he pushes it between my lips. His skin resting against my tongue tastes like salt with a hint of soap.
“Nod, if you remember that you consented and understand what happens next,” Cameron says from behind me.
Oh, shit.
I should stop this. I should really, really stop this. Yet, my bitch of a body betrays me, and I nod, giving in to the temptation. I nearly clench my thighs together but remember their bet.
The hand pulling at my hair vanishes, and I yelp with Brennan’s thumb still in my mouth when Cameron slaps my inner thighs with the palm of his hand. “Spread your legs apart,” he commands.
The shock from his demand keeps me motionless. The insides of my legs begin to tingle, and when I don’t move, he smacks both again, driving me to whimper around Brennan’s finger. Brennan’s eyes don’t stray from mine once, but my focus falters to his grin. A grin that widens as a tear cascades down my cheek.
Cameron’s husky voice, drenched with eroticism, peppers my skin with goosebumps. “I sure as hell want to see the moment you get so needy that you press these gorgeous thighs together.”
Slamming my glassy eyes shut, I inhale a breath through my nose. I shift my weight on my knees, picking one up and then the other, spreading my legs wider for him.
His fingers snake through my hair again behind me, holding me still as Brennan withdraws his thumb from my mouth. The clanking of a belt has my eyes frantically flying open, and I don’t have any time to prepare before his thick cock is jutting out, the wet tip only an inch from my mouth.
Instinctively, I lick my lips. My heart is an earthquake shaking in my chest. There is no way I’ll be able to fit all of him in my mouth.
“Stick out your tongue, Taryn,” Cameron orders.
I timidly follow his orders. Brennan picks up his dick, pumping himself a few times before slapping it down on my tongue.
The bead of precome hits my taste buds just before he guides himself into my mouth, the girth forcing my lips to stretch apart. The bulging vein on the underside of his cock glides against my tongue. Breathing in and out of my nose, he keeps going further unhurriedly. The tip hits the back of my throat, making me gag. Wet, hot tears cascade down my feverish flesh.
Cameron keeps my head steady by holding on to my hair while Brennan thrusts, pushing deeper. A few tears glide over my lips, the salty flavor combining with the saliva pooling in my mouth. Gurgling sounds, heavy breaths, and Brennan’s groans fill the orchard around us with the company of nearby crickets.
His hips move wildly, slamming the back of my throat so hard that I moan around his cock. Because of his size, he can barely thrust himself entirely in my mouth.
I hate that the thought going through my head is that I hope I am deep-throating correctly. The way he grips his long-sleeved shirt and tugs it farther up his abdomen to expose his tattoos—highlighting the V-line that directs straight to his erection—makes me think he’s enjoying himself. A small burst of pride hits me, but I shove it away.
I may be enjoying this situation more than I want to, but it doesn’t change what these assholes have done to me.
He tilts his head back. “Fuck.”
“How do her lips feel wrapped around your cock, brother?” I can hear the shift in Cameron’s tone, giving away the malicious grin plastered on his face.
