Page 93 of Vicious Sentiments

“I think the same punishment is required.”

“What punishment?” I ask, and neither of them answer me. “What punishment?” I try again, feeling hot and like I’m not on the inside of some joke.

“One…” Julian says.

What the fuck?

“Two…” Cape drawls.

Why are they counting?

“Three!” They both shout and then as fast as whips they are both on me, digging their fingers into my sides and… and… and tickling me?

I squeal and twist, trying to wither out of their grips but it’s useless. “Stop!” I cry. “Stop!” But they don’t.

“Mercy!” I yell, and Julian laughs.

“You wrecked the McLaren and you think you get to walk away unscathed?” he says.

“She didn’t even show remorse,” Cape tacks on. “She laughed and kicked the fender into the gutter.”

“No I didn’t!” I scream. “Please!” My body jerks and twists as their warm hands swarm my body. I’m panting around giggles even though I think I’m about to die.

“Hold her down, I’m going to get her feet,” Cape says.

“Noooo!” I squirm as Julian laughs and pins my arms. I give a little bit of a fight, but not as much as I want to considering his wound.

“CAPE!” I yell. “DON’T!”

But it’s too late, he’s pulled off my sock and he has my ankle in a vice grip. I make the loudest screech as he touches the sole of my foot and I realize they have me completely snared. If this was life or death, I still wouldn’t be able to get away.

“Julian!” I cry between a giggle. “Pleaseeeee!”

“What have you been teaching her Cape? She doesn’t even know to get free,” Julian throws over his shoulder playfully.

“You think we’re training down there?” Cape slides his fingers down the arch of my foot. “Hate to break it to you, brother but we’ve been playing—”

The bedroom door swings open so hard it bangs against the wall.

“What the fuck?” Both brothers say in unison when they see Dillon.

I scramble to pull down my over-sized shirt that’s rid up to my waist and revealed my underwear. The hallway light shines brightly into the room and shows the disarray that’s become of the bed… and me.

Dillon eyes dart between the three of us as Cape prowls towards him. Cape’s in only a pair of sweat shorts and his chest immediately ripples.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he says to Dillon, but Dillon looks surprised or confused, I’m not sure.

“I…” He narrows his eyes at Cape, noticing him coming at him. “I heard screaming.”

“Cape,” Julian warns, but Cape’s whole demeanor has gone from zero to one-hundred in the blink of an eye. He’s like a predator stalking prey.

“So you just barge in? What if she was naked?” Cape snarls at him.

“Cape,” Julian says again. “He was just checking on her.”

“He doesn’t need to check on her. She’s got us.”

Dillon sneers and tics his tongue.

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