Page 10 of Chill

Kieran stepping into the space behind me seems to seal the deal of me being trapped. He lifts my hair off of my shoulder,twining it into one hand before he leans in to run his lips over the sensitive side of my throat that Val marked only a few minutes ago.

“I’m not done complaining,” I murmur. “I had a whole thing thought out here.”

“Uh huh.” Val grins, and he really looks like he knows he’s getting away with everything he shouldn’t. “We know you do. But can you really tell me you want to complain more than you want to be fucked, princess?”

A jolt of excitement goes through me, constricting my lungs and pooling between my thighs with needy, wanting heat. I curl my fingers against Val’s sleeves, biting my lip as I try to focus on something other than the look in his eyes and Kieran’s mouth on my throat.

“You left me,” I remind them, realizing I sound like a broken record.

“We would’ve come back for you after this was done,” Kieran growls in my ear. “To at least give you the option. I said maybe we shouldn’t, but…” he trails off and licks a line up my jaw that has me going up on my toes.

“But what?” I demand, keeping an eye on Val as he gets to his feet, standing close enough that he’s pressed against me, chest to chest. With Kieran tight against my back, I’ve never felt more trapped in my life.

“Butfuck, there’s no way we could’ve just let you forget us so easily. God, Noa.” Kieran buries his face in my throat. “If anyone should have complaints, it’s me.”

“And why the hell is that?” I try to keep some bite in my voice, some indignation, but it’s so difficult when Val is looming closer, with his eyes focused on my mouth like he’s imagining everything he wants to do to me.

“Because you make it hard to focus on anything but marking you up and making you ours. Could you do me a favor, Val?” Thequestion surprises both me and Val, and we glance up at Kieran when he straightens.

“Depends. Because you don’t get any more playtime with her without me,” Val replies carefully, eyes narrowed.

“I’m not asking for that.” Kieran moves just enough for me to see his shrewd expression while he looks down at me, head tilted to the side and thoughtful.

On Val, it’s a cute, adoring look.

On Kieran, it’s a bit terrifying.

“When I step back and go to lock up, could you drag darling Noa back to the bed so we can wreck her like she’s asking for?”

“Like I’masking for?” I repeat, my voice rising as the words drop from my lips. “Did you really just?—?”

Val’s cackle cuts me off, and Kieran steps back so Val can grab me in the circle of his arms, crushing me to his chest. “Come on, princess,” he growls, nipping at my lip. “Come remind me why you’re our perfect, feral little thing.”

“You called me that when I was fighting you,” I breathe, my brain not quite working at full capacity with him this close.

“Yeah.” His smile widens. “And that’s exactly what I’m asking for now.” He clicks his teeth together close to my face, and it sets something off inside of me that’s been simmering away and tearing into me for amonth. I lunge for him, but he takes my momentum and keeps us moving, dragging me by both hands down the center of the RV without needing to look behind him.

Unerringly, he turns at last, dragging me through the small doorway and into the bedroom, where a large, queen-size bed sits elevated against the windows snug at the rear of the RV. With no space between it and the walls on either side, it’s easy for Val to launch me onto the bed with one quick movement from his strong arms. He doesn’t follow, though, and when I sit up to protest, the words die on my lips.

Especially when he strips out of his jacket and shirt, leaving his upper body bare in the dim light of the RV. It’s hard to say anything when I’m busy admiring him, and I can tell he notices when he takes a moment to just let me look.

Fuck, it really isn’t unfair how hot these two murderers are.

“It’s all yours to mark up, princess.” Val chuckles, unbuttoning his jeans and shoving them and his underwear down his thighs. It doesn’t surprise me that he’s hard, just as it shouldn’t have surprised me that Kieran was getting off on the chase.

In my distraction, Val is able to finish undressing before he slinks onto the bed like a giant cat, his muscles sleek and graceful under his skin as he moves toward me. I bite my lip as I look at him, my eyes narrowed, and before I can do anything, he lunges for me.

It’s all too easy for Val to pin me, even amidst my vocal and physical protests. I fight him, not because I’m afraid, but because I want to. Because being theirferallittle thing does something to me that I’m not ready to admit yet. I click my teeth together in front of his face, prompting a snarl to fall from his lips, and his hands yank on my hoodie, pulling it off without much effort and tossing it to the floor.

“I brought your backpack in from your car, by the way,” he murmurs in my ear, using his body to pin me to the bed as his hands hook in the waist of my leggings. “And obviously I brought your car here. You really just left it on, keys in the ignition. What if some bad man—” He yanks my leggings down my hips, taking my underwear with them, and growls against my mouth when I let out a sound of surprise and protest.

“What if some bad man had come and found your car, huh?” He forces the leggings off my legs, along with my shoes, before coming back down to his hands and knees over me. “Can youimagine what he might’ve done?” His eyes glitter as he speaks, and my chest heaves under my t-shirt.

“Stolen it?” I breathe, trying and failing to fight him when he pins my hands over my head.

“Nah, that’s thinking small. No, a really bad man would get in the back. It’s dark, after all. And if you’re willing to just leave the door open, I doubt you check your back seat.” Slowly he lowers himself down over me, until he can brush his nose up my jaw. “A terrible man would wait for you to come back, wait until you’ve parked somewhere and you’re sotired.” His voice is soft and cooing as I arch into him, though I’m not sure if I’m actually trying to get out from under him or get more contact.

“He’d take advantage of a pretty little princess like you.” God, the nickname makes something in me twist with excitement, though I jerk my head away from him before he can see my blush.

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