Page 113 of Their Will be Done

I cup her face in my hand. “We made a deal a few days ago, do you remember?”

Her face turns a shade paler. When I take a step back, urging her forward, she digs in her heels instead. “No,” she murmurs, shaking her head.

“You don’t remember?”

“No, Zachary, please. I…” Her brow furrows, and she darts to the side to see past me again.

With another smooth step, I block her view. I grab her chin, wrenching her head back and forcing her to look up at me.

“That’s not how this works, girl. You want something, and so do we.”

She flinches at the pet name. “I’ve changed my mind. I don’t—”

I dig my fingers into her chin, feeling her jaw move as she snaps her mouth closed.

“Of course you do. Stop denying it.”

I’m holding her too tight for her to nod but I take the widening of her eyes as agreement.

“Good. No use wasting our energy on fighting.” I turn my head a little. “Ready, Cass?”

“Yeah.” He sounds too serious. Grim, almost.

Goosebumps break out on my bare arms, and it has nothing to do with the chill air down here.

We’re used to the cold, my brothers and I. That basement was cold and damp and disgusting—so it’s no wonder. Trinity’s little dress doesn’t seem to be keeping her very warm taking into account her trembling lips and cool skin.

But it could also be fright.

Because when someone behind me snaps a belt those bright, amber eyes dull, dread replacing her uneasiness. She even stops shivering for a second as she turns those terrified eyes to me.

Yeah, keep your eyes on me, little girl. Because if you happen to look down, you’ll get an idea of just how much I’m enjoying this.

Which is exactly what she does. She rips her face out of my fingers, leaving red marks behind, and tries to peel my fingers off her wrist.

“Let me go,” she murmurs. “Please, Zach, let me go.”

“So now it’sZach?” I jerk her into me, grab the small of her back and grind my dick into her stomach. “And when exactly did we become such good friends?”

Something akin to a whimper escapes her lips. She starts struggling against me, another breathless, “No!” slipping out of her trembling lips.

“Jesus, is this happening or not?” Cass demands behind me.

Guess I go out of my way to be cruel sometimes, even to those who don’t deserve it.

I grab Trinity’s arms, fumbling with her when she tries to rip free, and turn her to face my brothers. She tries to step back, but I keep her in place with my body.

We don’t have the kind of props and equipment down here that we had in the basement. No wire-framed beds with handy straps. No suspended rails and butcher’s hooks.

But we have Reuben.

He’s sitting on the couch, feet firmly planted. Cass is kneeling on the floor in front of him, buck naked.

When Trinity goes rigid in my arms, Cass glances up at Reuben and gives him a barely perceptible nod.

Reuben breaks eye contact, and his usually emotionless face turns to stone. He grabs Cass’s upper arms and wrenches him forward.

Tonight, Rube will be our braceandour straps.

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