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"More," I said. "Take a good gulp."
A tear rolled down her cheek as she forced down the cheap vodka.
With every sip she took, Ainsley's smile grew more wicked as he moved closer to her. She brought the bottle to her lips once more, and I watched as her long lashes fluttered down and her face screwed up with each swallow. I was mesmerized by thesight of her, fighting back her tears as she tried to keep up with our demands.
The blond girl, Lila, was still standing there.
"What do you want?" I snapped. "Leave us alone."
She squeaked and ran out, closing the door behind her.
"So, should we go introduce her to our friends?" I asked my brother.
He shrugged, his eyes thoughtful as he watched her. "It could be fun. Although, a private party might be more fun."
I couldn't help but agree. I felt my cock stirring in my pants as I watched her down the bottle, her throat working as she swallowed. I wanted nothing more than to rip that ridiculous costume off of her and bury myself deep inside of her. But I had to be patient.
"Alright, let's go introduce her," I said, grabbing the bottle from her shaking hands.
"Please," she begged, her words already slurring.
"The night is just beginning, Willow," I said.
Chapter eighteen
Ainsley
The vodka took over Willow in record time.Saying she was a lightweight would be an understatement. It was her first drink, after all.
Pearce and I laughed as we dragged her out of the bedroom. The effects of the alcohol compounded with excitement and fear that flashed in Willow's eyes. She tripped several times, but we held on tight. The warmth of her body pressed against mine sent heat waves through me, and for a moment, I let myself revel in the twisted games we had planned for our little mouse.
As we stepped into the crowded living room, one of our oldest friends, Jackson, approached us with a grin. His dad owned a fleet of tourist planes and we only put up with him because he could get us flights easily.
"Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in," he said. "New prey?"
Jackson's grin widened as he took in Willow's state and slutty costume. "Looks like you're up to your old tricks again, I see.Care to share this time?" he asked, watching with greedy eyes as she swayed on her feet.
Pearce put his arm around Willow's waist, steadying her. He was suddenly protective. "Not anymore, Jackson. We have something special in mind for little mouse here." I could see the fire in my brother's eyes as he spoke.
I chuckled. "Yeah, she's a wild one. She's going to be fun to tame."
Jackson raised an eyebrow. "A fighter, huh? I like a good challenge. You sure you mind if I play with her, too?" He tried to push himself closer.
"We already said she's claimed," I hissed. Why did I care so much?
My brother and I were the only men who deserved her.
Jackson pouted but shrugged it off, swigging directly from a bottle of Moet. His eyes scanned the array of other women — all of them had surely been stuffed with his dick before — and settled on a redhead.
I turned my attention back to Willow.
Through the vodka haze, her hatred for me was still burning strong. She gave me a steely glare, her eyes flashing with determination before stumbling. Her dark hair was disheveled, and her makeup was smeared, but there was a stolen beauty about her.
I wanted to push her hair out of her face, run my fingers through it, and kiss her until she melted in my arms. But I wasn't ready to claim her quite yet.
The waiting game was just as fun as the prize.
"Why don't we play a game?" I said as people pushed and danced around us. I pushed my dark hair back from my face and leaned in. We both smelled like vodka.
