Page 27 of Yours to Break

This was all so fucked up.

I’d been on a date with them, I’d made out with them, I’d even been open to having dinner with them again. Honestly, I was more than open to it; I had already started to picture us being boyfriends.

I thought theylikedme.

We had even kissed—my first kiss, by the way. And now I was chained to a chair where I’m sure many deaths had occurred, scared out of my fucking mind.

Hudson held up his palm, showing me the two white pills on it. “Stick out your tongue. Good, thank you. I promise these won’t hurt you, pet. They’re going to calm you down, relax those tense muscles.” He carefully placed the pills on my tongue before pouring a little bit of water into my mouth to swallow them down. I whimpered, searching Hudson’s eyes forsomething.

I breathed out raggedly. “What about money?” I directed my question towards Greyson.

He cocked my head, asking, “What about it? He took my credit card, but hasn’t used it since he withdrew cash from an ATM.”

“Did he take his credit card? Or the one that his parents pay?”

He took a second to think before replying, “I think he may have. His wallet was gone.”

“Okay, I’m not assuming anything… but you guys are obviously really sketchy…” Hayes and Hudson snickered. “I know you shouldn’t be able to, but could you somehow get into the accounts of those cards and see if he’s been using them, and then track him that way?”

Greyson actually looked relieved hearing my advice. He sighed, “Yeah, we can definitely do that. Thank you. If I’m able to find him using that method, I’ll make sure these two bring you out of the basement.”

I sucked in air. “Out of the basement… N-not out of here in general?” I looked at Hayes and Hudson, frowning; they—of course—were grinning.

My stomach dropped.

Greyson’s mouth contorted into a sinister smile. “No, my brothers will be keeping you at least for now. They’ve been waiting for a chance. I was going to try to discourage them from playing with you, but you’ve made that impossible for me. I’m sure you’ll be more careful when speaking with my boy from now on. Maybe you’ll even come to understand his attachment to me. Although I’m not nearly as sadistic as your new Masters. You’ll see how lucky Lane is soon enough,” he mocked, leaning down to pat my cheek.

“No! No, no, no. Please don’t leave me with them!” I begged, thrashing in the chains surrounding me.

“My hands are tied, Oliver,” Greyson derided, stepping out of the room. “I’ll see you again once you’ve been housebroken.”

The door shut behind him, my hopes of escaping leaving in his back pocket.

12

Hudson

It took around thirty minutes for the Valium to kick in. I licked my lips in anticipation of getting to taste Oliver again. Earlier in the car, after he came all over my fingers, I couldn’t help but lick up the evidence of his pleasure.

He tasted divine, almost sickly sweet.

As Hayes and I undid his restraints, I was practically salivating. Picking Oliver up and carrying him over into the holding cell was hardly a chore. I thought he couldn’t have weighed more than a hundred pounds. He was really just a little slip of a thing; no match for two men a foot taller than him.

I held Oliver in my arms for a moment, relishing in his soft, sweet face, while Hayes went to grab the supplies we’d prepared for him. Conscious, but drugged, Oliver gave me a sleepy smile before nuzzling his face into my chest. My cock ached with how much I needed to have him.

Hayes returned momentarily with the blue plastic bin, placing it against the cell wall. He quickly opened it, pulling out a large dog bed and two fluffy blankets. He took a minute to arrange Oliver’s bed to his liking before nodding at me to set him down.

Oliver splayed across the bed, gazing up at me.

“You feeling good, pup?” I gently asked, my eyes going soft for our boy. He gave me a long blink.

“Uh-huh,” he breathed. I shared a heated look with my brother as Hayes continued to rustle through the supply bin and pull out the necessary toys. I sank to my knees between Oliver’s open legs. My rough hands traveled up from his toes to his hips, not leaving even an inch untouched. I began to knead his plush thighs, earning myself a low moan for my efforts. I ran my fingers lightly over both holes, chuckling when he attempted to buck into my hand.

Finally, I pulled down the jersey sweatpants he had on, peeling off his boxer briefs along the way. The sight of all of that naked, silken skin was something I’d never forget. I knew I’d dream of those creamy white thighs and delicate, angular hip bones every night moving forward.

My attention locked onto his now slick cunt and ass, making my mouth water. Unable to withstand the draw any longer, I lunged forward, burying my face in the glorious wet heat.

“W-what? Hudson?” Oliver stumbled over his words, looking down at me in a dazed astonishment. I grinned.

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