Page 8 of Heirs of Havoc

My eyes widen. Vlad’s eyes narrow into mine before his brother reaches into his back pocket, pulling out my phone. Pushing my wrists and ankles against the rope doesn’t loosen them, my pleads quieted by the gag. Lev gives Vlad the phone and after he looks at the screen, he throws it to the ground. It clatters against the concrete, sliding to my sneakers. My eyes drop to it, confirming my fear.

“So, who the fuck is William?” Vlad asks. He reaches forward, pulling the gag out of my mouth and for the first time in forever I take a long deep breath.

Cold drool slides down my chin, but I'm too focused on getting out of here to care. “You need to let me go.”

A loud laugh fills the room. Lev’s. “Yeah, fuck that. Answer the question, Mia.”

My eyes bounce between them. There has to be a way out of this. I didn’t come all this way to be a prisoner. It’s the reason I left.

“I don’t think she wants to answer.” Vlad takes a step closer. “So I say we make her.” He disappears behind me, leaving Lev’s eyes wandering my body.

“Please, you guys don’t understand, I—” Vlad's chilly hands on my bare legs make me jump. He spread them with ease before something cold comes between my thighs. It vibrates, a shock flowing up my body and when Lev smiles, warmth fills me. Looking down, some sort of wand sits between my legs, right on my—fuck. “Vlad…” I can feel him behind me, the smell of cinnamon and coffee in the air. He presses the toy harder against me, my fear turning into waves of ... pleasure? So much that my thighs threaten to clench around it. Listen, it's been a while.

“Your moans won’t cut it this time, Merlo.” Vlad’s words land by my ear as I watch a bulge form in Lev’s jeans.

Wait. Did I moan?

I'm fucked. So fucked.

Vlad's hand comes to my throat, squeezing hard as the vibrations heighten. The pressure on my body and my neck adds to the burn in my core as my head falls against Vlad's hard abs.

Is this their plan? To torture me? And why does it feel this good? “You gonna spill?" Vlad growls in my ear. "Or am I going to make you while my brother watches? We know you loved being watched."

“Looks like she missed us.” Lev tilts his chin towards me. “Look at those pretty perky tits.” Vlad moves the vibrator to my nipples, poking through the envelope of the ropes behind my bra. “Answer the question, M&M.” That nickname strikes me again, a comfort to the tossing in my stomach but it doesn’t take away the threat of his voice.

“Who the fuck is William?” Vlad growls in my ear, and I hate the dampness between my legs. I hate them for taking my freedom. Folding my lips, my teeth sink into my skin. The vibrator slams between my legs again, a rolling sensation making it harder to speak. “And why the fuck are you here, Merlo?”

“Guys…” The vibrations heighten against me as my legs close in around the head of the wand. I shouldn’t be enjoying this, but my body is on fire as Vlad’s hand squeezes my throat. My senses dull again and all that's left is pleasure. “Why. Are. You. Here?” And Vlad's demands.

“Just what are you up to?” The sound of Lev taking a step toward me forces my eyes open before his hands come to my bare thighs. A burn greets my skin. “And William? What’s he up to, huh?” He keeps my legs open as he drops to his knees. His large tattooed hands roam up my body, pinching my nipples through the fabric. Hard. A moan escapes me, my cheeks burning. Lev looks up at me with those eyes, an oasis to get lost in. “Does he make you squeal like we do, Mia?”

Vlad peers over me with hooded eyes and that stern stare. “My brother asked you a question.” His hand leaves my throat before raking through my coils. He forces my head down to look at Lev. “Answer it.”

“Wait, I have another.” Lev pinches harder and… god, what are they doing to me? “Does William make you squeal like Dom does?”

My eyes widen at the mention of his name and everything leaves me. Everything blurs and… they stop.

My phone chimes at my foot, against the leg of one chair.

Chaya: Roomie! Where you at? I have major gossip!

“Fuck,” Vlad mutters. Lev rises to his feet. It shouldn’t disappoint me. So why does a cold wash over me when they back away?

“You have a roommate?” Lev cocks a brow.

I nod. I try to, my head swaying. “She-she’ll be looking for me.” Thank fuck for Chaya’s timing. I’m using this to my advantage. “She’s the daughter of General Williams.” The leader of the Jamaican gang back in the city. It’s a lie but if these guys still mess with the same crew, they know what I’m talking about. “So if you wanna start a war, try fucking with her.”

Lev looks at his brother behind me, scratching at the subtle scruff on his chin. “You heard, Lucie. We don’t want any heat.”

“Then we better get you back to campus, huh?” Vlad tugs hard on my curls. “And if you know what’s good for you, you’ll tell this William fuck that you’re ours. Now open up, Merlo.” A finger on my lip forces my jaw open before that flask comes to my mouth again.

Chapter Four

“Wakey, wakey, Merlo.” A slap to my face brings me back to reality.

“I Got You Under My Skin” hums in the background as the sun streams in through the window.

Wait. The sun? How long was I out?

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