Page 65 of Toxic Hope
“Please, just leave,” Emma pleads, as if us being here causes her physical pain.
“No.” I shake my head. “Not until you explain yourself.”
“I don’t have to explain myself to anyone, especially not someone like you.”
It’s like she is trying to hurt my feelings, trying her best to push us away. She expects me to be so frustrated I’ll rush off, but leaving her is the last thing on my mind. She is going to talk to us, even if I have to pry it out of her.
Easton wraps his arms around Emma and moves her out of the way so I can close and lock the door behind us.
When I turn around to face my brother and Emma, she is staring daggers at me. “What now?”
“Talk or I’m going to make you,” I threaten.
“And how are you going to do that?” She questions without an ounce of fear in her voice.
“The only way I know how,” I say without explaining too much to her. The truth is, there is only one way I know to make her submit and open up, and that’s when things get physical.
I lock eyes with my twin, just to confirm we have the same idea. His eyes move toward her bedroom and back. I nod.
“Are you going to walk, or do we have to carry you?”
Emma’s eyes go wide. “Carry me where?”
“To your bedroom, of course,” I say, like it was a stupid question.
“You are not taking me to my bedroom. You are going to leave. Now!” I’m proud of her for keeping her voice strong, even though we all know she is feeling pretty vulnerable right now. She knows we’re not leaving, and that scares her. Not because she is scared of us, she is scared of us finding out the truth, whatever she is hiding.
“Carrying it is, I suppose,” Easton announces before picking Emma up around the waist and throwing her over his shoulder.
“Are you serious?” Emma’s high-pitched voice fills the space.
I follow as Easton carries her into her room and deposits her onto the bed. She immediately scoots away from us, pressing her back to the headboard.
“I’m not doing this with you. You need to leave,” Emma says, but her voice is already losing conviction.
Easton takes off his shoes and climbs onto the bed with Emma. Her eyes are trained on his every move like he is a predator, and she is his prey. He sits down next to her before pulling her into his lap. She fights him at first but gives up quickly.
I smirk as I watch her giving in. She still wants to push us away, but she can’t, not when it comes to this.
“Don’t let her move,” I tell my brother before I quickly go down the hall and into the kitchen. I open the cabinet by the fridge and luckily find what I’m looking for right away. I grab the bottle of olive oil and close the cabinet. Making my way back to the bedroom in a hurry, I find Emma still in Easton’s arms, lying on the bed.
Her eyes zero in on the bottle in my hand, and she shakes her head. “I’m not doing this with you. I’m not in the mood, Preston.”
Ignoring her attempt to gain control of the situation, I slip out of my sneakers and get onto the bed. I drop the bottle of oil on the mattress next to us. I won’t need this just yet.
Easton grabs Emma’s wrists and holds them by her side as I kneel in front of them. Hooking my fingers into Emma’s waistband, I pull her pajama bottoms and panties down her legs.
I almost groan when her pretty pink cunt comes into view. I missed this pussy, and I can’t wait to taste it any longer.
“Just so we’re clear, I’m not consenting to this,” Emma grits through her teeth while I spread her legs open for me.
“Whatever makes you come harder,” I quip, before I dive into her pussy. I press my tongue against her clit, licking the small bundle of nerves until Emma throws her head back against my brother’s chest.
When I glance up, she has her eyes closed, trying her best not to give in to the pleasure. I spread her legs further, wanting full access when I lick her from her asshole all the way up her slit. She shudders, and I do it again, making her groan this time.
“Stop fighting it,” Easton orders. “Just let go and come all over my brother’s tongue.”
It doesn’t take long for Emma to come apart for the first time. Her clit pulses on my tongue as she tries to hide a moan. I can taste her sweet release and all I want is more.
