Page 30 of Velka Manor

They take a step towards me, but I hold up the bat, keeping distance between us. My mind is doing somersaults.

“Easy, pretty girl. We wanted you to react this way. I didn’t think you would go for our second most prized possessions, but we wanted you to lose your shit on us.”

“Again,what?” I shout, swinging the bat as they take another step.

“It was a test, I suppose you can say, as well as a punishment for breaking the rules. I needed to see you’d push back,” Dorian says, pushing up against the bat, the top resting on his chest. “You’re ours, little sister. We want to consume you, fucking devour you, but we don’t want to you to get lost in us.”

“We want you to get lostwithus,” Bastian says. “Follow us down the path to hell, pretty girl.”

Okay.Okay. I can kind of see where they were coming from, but-

“Was there seriously no other way to take this little test without you putting your names on my ass like some fucking stamp?”

Fucking men!

Their heads swivel to gaze at each other as they shrug their shoulders and speak in sync. “No.”

“Of course not.” I sigh, lowering the bat.

As soon as I drop it, they slot into their spots, Bas holding me tight, letting me feel his hardness against my ass. “That was so fucking hot, seeing you with my bat. I want to watch you bash someone’s head in with it, covering yourself in blood, and then I’ll fuck you over their still-warm corpse.”

I shiver, partly in disgust and partly totally turned on.So fucked up.

Dorian takes the bat from my hand, peeling my fingers off it, dropping it to the floor. He brings my hand to his lips, kissing my ring finger with a look in his eyes that has my heart racing.

“We’re clear on theno tattooing Octavia’s finger until she agrees, right?” I say, a flutter of panic rising in my chest. Bastian’s arms slowly wrap further around my waist, and I try to take my hand from Dorian’s grasp, but he doesn’t let go.

“Right?”

Dorian laughs deeply, shaking his head, a haunting, feral gleam in his eyes. “I don’t think we agreed to that, did we, brother?”

Bastian laughs manically, lifting my feet from the ground in another bear hug. “Nah, I don’t remember agreeing to that. Especially not after she destroyed the two things that are almost as precious to us as she is.”

Wait, I’m the most precious thing to them? They said the things I destroyed were the second most, both of which I got as birthday gifts for their eighteenth.

“Tie her to the bed, Bastian. Time for our wife to wear our ring.”

Wife?

Bastian carries me towards the bed, and Dorian pulls red ropes from inside his jacket. It snaps me to life, and I thrash in his grip.

“Son’s of bitches. You bastards, I haven’t said yes yet!”

“Exactly, pretty girl. You just said yet, so that means you’re going to at some point. We're just jumping ahead a few chapters,” Bastian says before he nips my shoulder.

“Motherfuckers, that’s not the point.”

Bas throws me onto the bed, laying on top of me as I try to sit up and flee. He spreads my limbs like a goddamn starfish, all the while grinning in my face as Dorian ties me up.

I’m so going to get them for this.

18

Dorian

“I’m going to kill you. Both of you. You are so freaking dea-”

She keeps trying to threaten us between gasps of pleasure and hisses of pain.Adorable.

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