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Ryder laughs as he puts his arms up to protect himself from her wrath.
“Pump?” Brody asks.
Both Arianna and Claire start shouting at us at the same time. I can’t even discern what they’re saying on top of each other, but I get the gist. Something about cutting our balls off and feeding them to wild animals if we elaborate.
Chapter 17
Arianna
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“Brody seems nice,” I say as soon as we’re finally alone in Dallas’s bedroom a few hours later.
Brody is filled with energy. It’s obvious he lives life to the max. He’s loud and hilarious and just as smirky and obnoxious as his brother and cousins. I like him, but I’m worried his presence outnumbers Claire and me. He’s just like Dallas, bossy and overbearing.
“He’s a good guy,” Dallas informs me as he guides me into the bathroom and silently controls me by putting toothpaste on my brush as if I’m incapable of doing so or knowing I need to brush my teeth myself.
I want to sigh, but it won’t do any good. It will only make him even more pushy. After I brush and rinse, I say, “I feel sorry for him.”
Dallas grins. “Why’s that?”
“He doesn’t realize he’s here to stay. It would seem no one gets to leave this estate. Once you spend the night here, you’re stuck for life.”
Dallas sets his toothbrush in our shared holder, turns toward me, pulls me into his arms, and looks me in the eyes. “Are you here to stay?” he asks gently.
“Would you even let me leave if I wanted to?”
“No. Probably not.” His usual smirk makes my heart race.
“How about I promise to consider it if you take this stupid thing out of my ass?”
He chuckles. “How about if you not be so sassy while asking me to do something for you?”
I roll my eyes.
He reaches for the hem of my dress, pulls it over my head, and tosses it toward the hamper. His hands are on my bra clasp next, and just like that, I’m naked once again.
He slides his hands to my breasts, cups them, and then lowers his gaze to look at them. “These are so fucking sexy,” he purrs.
I bite my lip, unable to respond.
He grazes his thumbs over both nipples. “I bet I could borrow that pump from Ryder and try it on you.”
I take a step back and swat at his hands. “Not a chance, buddy.”
“I read that with the right supplements and regular pumping, a woman can start producing milk without even having a baby.”
I cover my breasts and put pressure on them. The last thing I want is for him to see how hard my nipples are from all this talk of milking me. It sends shivers down my spine, and I don’t want him to know it.
What kind of person am I that I’m turned on by the idea of being forced to lactate? I’ve read a lot of books, but I’ve never read anything that kinky. Tomorrow, I’m going to see if there are books out there with a trope like that.
Dallas stalks toward me.
I keep backing up until I’m against the bathroom wall with nowhere else to go.
He easily grabs my wrists, tugs my arms from across my chest, and lifts them to hold me captive against the wall. His gaze meets mine. “I can smell your arousal, baby,” he murmurs, glancing down. “And your nipples are so hard they could cut glass.”
I whimper.
