Page 17 of Their Will be Done

“Fuckingfantasticidea,” Cass says.

“I can’t dance,” she says through a laugh. “And even if I could…” Her eyes dart around before she puts her hands on her hips and tries to look casual. “There’s no music.”

“You don’t need music,” I say, drawing her closer.

She steps back hurriedly, pulling her wrist free and letting out a huff. “I’m not dancing.” Her eyes flicker over my brothers. Then they flash back to me and narrow. “Not unless I get something in return.”

Cass whistles through his teeth. Apollo even stops messing around with the laptop long enough to look up at her with wide eyes and a slack mouth. Reuben snorts and rubs his jaw like he’s trying to hide his faint smile.

I tilt my head at her. “Do you really think you’re in a position to bargain with us?”

“Hang on,” Cassius says through a chuckle. “Let’s hear her out. What’s your offer, Trin?”

She replies without taking her eyes off me. “I want to know how you factor into all of this,” she says. An absent wave of her hand takes in my brothers, then the packages against the wall. “You’re older than them. And a teacher, which means you’ve studied at college, right?” She steps close, until the rose-scented wood of her rosary beads tickles my nose. “And you’re rich. So how did you wind up in that basement? How did you become a part of this?”

My eyes narrow. She gasps when I grab her jaw and squeeze dimples into her soft flesh. That sound ripples through me like a stone tossed into a pond. My cock starts paying attention for the first time today. I want to force her to her knees and make her swallow every rock-hard inch of me until she passes out from lack of oxygen.

I resort to fisting her hair instead, keeping her head in place. Fear turns her amber eyes a sullen bronze.

“For a dance from someone who can’t even dance?” I sneer at her. “I don’t think so.”

There’s utter silence from my brothers. Are they holding their breaths like she is?

I force a smile. “How about you dance, and I’ll considernotgiving you five lashes for being such a presumptuous little slut?”

Cass snickers at the fact that I’m using his words, but I ignore him. Trinity is all I’m interested in right now.

She would be pissing herself if she knew how deadly it was to attract my full attention.

Her face pales. “Lashes? Just for asking—?”

“Six.”

Her lips begin to tremble.

I shrug, tilting her head back another inch as I close the distance between us. “We could demand worse things from you,” I murmur. My hard-on presses into her stomach, and her eyes flare wide. She tries to arch away from me, but I release her jaw and press my hand into the small of her back. “Dirty,sickthings.” I grind into her even harder.

She shudders against me.

“Fine,” she says through her teeth. “One dance.”

My eyes fall to her lips. When she licks them, I almost kiss her just to taste her mouth.

Instead, I push her away and drag at my cigarette as I sink back into my seat. Then I click my fingers at her and again at the spot between us.

“Get to it then.”

She moves to the center of the room, and hesitates before looking over at Reuben. “Can I have another drink?”

Reuben doesn’t bother confirming with me first. Now that our business is done, I’m not anyone’s boss anymore.

We agreed a long time ago that we couldn’t all lead the charge and drew straws to determine our hierarchy.

Just because I drew the short straw doesn’t mean I dominate them twenty-four-seven. By now I know when to step back and let them have their fun.

Our blessed Keepers knew that too.

It was their responsibility to feed us, shelter us, keep us hidden. And, most importantly, to make sure we didn’t escape.

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