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“Open those pretty lips for me.”

I shot a look to Talon to see he was now watching this play out with great interest. The spoon going to his mouth without even looking at it. The way his jaw moved as he worked the ice cream around his mouth fascinated me. And stranger still, it also had me opening my own mouth, complying with Victor’s sensual demands.

“That’s it…” he said before whispering down at me…

“Now lick it clean for me, baby.”

Chapter 19

Next Time

Ihonestly didn’t know what was wrong with me, but it was like the second they ordered me to do something, I was powerless to stop myself from giving in.

Meaning…

I licked the damn spoon clean.

When I did, Victor’s eyes started to change, glowing slightly and making me jerk back a little in fright. It was a sight that didn’t seem to bother him because he dropped the spoon back in the bowl. Then he took my hand in his and guided me up from the seat, clearly with other ideas in mind.

“Come with me,” he said, and I did as I was told, with Talon watching as his brother walked me to the living space.

“Bring the bowl, Brother, it looks like we have a pet to feed,”Victor said darkly, making me squirm as he pulled me closer. Then he turned me around to face the window, and the city below mocked me with its freedom.

Victor’s hands stroked back my hair before I felt his nose dip to my hair as he told me,

“You smell so damn good.”

I closed my eyes at this and the way his hands gently stroked down from the top of my head until his fingertips were caressing my neck. Both hands working in tandem until they both came to rest at my shoulders.

“Been driving me crazy all night,”he told me, making me gasp at the confession as his hands were on the move once more.

His fingertips made the tantalizing journey down my sides, before his large hands gripped my waist and he used his hold on me to walk us both backward.

He took this moment to sit down, making me do the same until I found myself situated between his legs. Legs that stretched out either side of me, with one kicked up on the coffee table, his expensive dress shoes making marks on the glass. Not that he looked to care, because his hand spanned my belly, holding me tight to him.

“Wh-what are you… going to do?” I asked fearfully, hating what his touch did to my insides and how much I was starting to crave it.

“Like I said…time to feed you,”he told me just as Talon came to stand in front of me, bowl in hand.

For a second, I thought he would start to unbuckle his belt, he was that close. His free hand went to my cheek and lifted my face up with a single fingertip, causing me to look up at him with big eyes. A reaction that caused his own eyes to glow just like his brother’s had. Like they had done the night I had seen him feeding from that man. The whites of them were silver and the green in his irises faded to black.

In fact, it was only in sight of my flinching back against Victor did he close them suddenly, as if trying to get a handle on his dark emotions, and he only opened them again when he had a lid on it.

His green eyes were back once more, before he reached behind him and pulled a section of the sofa around, making merealize it was some kind of footstool. He positioned it in such a way that he was sitting directly in front of me, but clearly, the brothers didn’t believe it was close enough. I knew that when I felt Victor’s hands curled on the inside of my thighs before yanking them open.

“Ooh!” I yelped, and Talon took this as his cue to get closer, yanking me toward him so I was sufficiently sandwiched between them both. My breathing became heavy, and I started to squirm on the edge of the seat. Victor’s big body was a solid cage behind me, his hands lying on my open thighs with his touch feeling more like a claim.

“Open,” Talon ordered, and the sound of his voice was like chasing a drug, because there was no longer an undercurrent of amusement. No, now it held something far more addictive. A dark, hidden promise of what was to come, like a secret he wanted to whisper.

But first he would need to lure me closer to the core of him. It was like reaching out trying to touch your own reflection in a black lake. You couldn’t see the dangers lurking beneath, just your mirror image. Then just as your fingertips made contact with your own face, something would reach up and grab you. Snatch you right from the world without a trace.

That was what his voice was like.

Just like Victor’s, and he now reached up and caressed his fingers down my jaw as he told me,

“My brother asked something of you, pretty girl.”

I let my mouth fall open instantly, no longer able to fight against it, not even as Talon grinned in a smug way, lifting the spoon to my lips and pushing it inside. The ice-cream wasn’t enough to douse the flames of the raw desire they brought out of me. A desire I was far too addicted to for shame to factor in anymore. I even found myself moaning slightly around the spoon, satisfied and no longer afraid at the rumble I felt at myback. One that ended up being echoed around me because it was also heard coming from the man in front of me.

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