Page 55 of Kings of Decay
"But I don't want to wait," Pearce almost begged. His cock was rock-hard in his pants, begging for touch.
"Chill," Ainsley growled.
Pearce pulled his fingers from my dripping core and licked the glistening wetness. "Mmm," he moaned.
"What do you want?" I whispered.
"We're going to be play house," Ainsley said. "We'll be the daddies, and you be the mommy."
I cringed, unable to fight back as he pulled me toward the kitchen. It was too fancy for a cabin in the middle of the woods, but these guys were rich so I guessed they got whatever they wanted.
"Make us breakfast."
"Breakfast?"
Ainsley nodded to the window, where the first light of dawn was shining through the thick line of trees.
"Ok." I had no choice but to comply.
The brothers watched me from the marble island as I moved around the kitchen in lingerie, making them bacon and eggs. Their fridge was well stocked, as well as the pantry. They were planning on us being in here for a while.
Two pairs of eyes burned into me as I worked. It was hard to cook with hands that wouldn't stop shaking, but I managed.
Soon, I'd made eggs, bacon, toast, and coffee for them. It was a hearty breakfast, the kind my mother used to make for us all on the weekend. I kept my eyes down as I set their plates in front of them.
"Good girl," Ainsley purred, running his thumb along my cheek.
"She's hot, and she can cook," Pearce nodded with approval.
"I'm gonna enjoy this."
I blushed and looked down, unable to meet their eyes. I barely had the strength to make breakfast, let alone to consider the implications of what was happening. My mind was a whirlwind of panic and anxiety.
Pearce grabbed my hand and tugged me toward him. "Sit down, little mouse, and eat with us."
We sat at the table together, surrounded by a giant feast.
I squeezed my legs together again, trying to fight back the feelings his touch elicited. I took a deep breath and sat across from him, trying to force myself to eat.
The smell of the food turned my stomach, but I forced myself to take a small bite of scrambled eggs, biting back a gag as the taste filled my mouth.
"What's wrong, little mouse?" Ainsley asked, his voice dripping with false concern, but I knew his dark side would come out soon. He was like a ticking time bomb.
"I'm not hungry." It was the truth, but I knew at least one of them would find entertainment in forcing me to eat, so I forced myself to
With another deep breath, I lifted the fork to my mouth and ate, trying to act as normally as possible.
"Pass me the toast, little mouse," Pearce growled, his voice rough with hunger.
I passed the toast.
We ate in silence, and for a moment, it felt like we were really a family. A twisted one, but still.
Their eyes never left mine as they savored their food, their hands gripping their utensils like they were weapons.
I could see the tension in their shoulders, the hungry lust in their eyes, and I knew that they were far from finished with me.
As Ainsley finished his meal, he pushed his plate aside and grabbed my chin with his strong hand, tilting my head back to expose my throat. He kissed me. "You taste delicious, little mouse," he purred in my ear. "I can't wait to get my fill of you."
