Page 21 of Snowed in with the Brutes
Chapter Thirteen
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Ilook at them again, a huge mistake.From his usual chair, I’m shocked to find Kian isn’t ignoring me.His eyes penetrate every part of me as I continue to play.My pulse flutters so hard I’m scared it’ll burst from under my skin.Does he know?No, he can’t.Impossible.
I drag my gaze away from him, but Flinn catches my eye.Leaning against a thick wooden support post, arms folded over his chest, he strokes his tantalizing jaw with one hand.His dark brown eyes, burning amber like a fire, sear me.
Sinclair demands my focus next.Sprawled in a chair with his legs spread wide, he rubs his thumb across his bottom lip while his blue eyes darken like an ocean under a storm as he consumes me.
I’m unaware that the notes I’m playing have changed until the sound reaches my ears.I’ve swappedRondo AllaforPavane pour une infante défunte; the sensual, haunting chords set my skin ablaze.
Weak, stupid, and completely exposed, I glance at them again.There’s no mistaking the substantial bulge in Flinn’s pants.Dear god.I turn to Kian.Nothing can hide the mammoth size of his cock straining against his pants.
I should look away, but then I glance at Sinclair.With his intense, piercing gaze fixed on me, he drops his hand to his shaft, the outline so long and erect that it steals the breath from my lungs.
I whip my eyes away immediately.But it doesn’t matter.My thoughts are on fire.My breath falters, my nipples harden, and between my legs, wetness gathers and seeps from me.I can’t stop any of it.
I’m a shaking, wet mess by the time I play the last note, knowing that when I stand, I’ll leave behind my wetness on the bench.I won’t be able to wipe it away discreetly.
Flinn and Sinclair grant me no grace at all.They come toward me.My body is about to explode; my pussy pulses, and a fresh layer of my essence pools beneath me.
I spring up from the bench, intent on fleeing the room in sheer humiliation.
I don’t get very far.Flinn grabs my wrist and pulls me back to him.
I watch in horror as Sinclair swipes his finger across the leather of the bench and licks my dew off it.
I try to jerk free of Flinn, hot with shame, but he slams my body against his, holding me closer.His cock hardens even more against me, unlocking a new, deviant fear.I want to feel more...
I’m completely naked, and they’re dressed in designer suits; granted, they’ve removed their jackets and rolled up their sleeves, but they’re the ones exuding power, authority, and dominance.
Sinclair comes up behind me.I’m trapped in a vortex of muscles and thermal energy.
Flinn cups my cheek.Their nearness destroys me.
“Are you ready to tell us what we need to hear?”he asks softly, his voice hoarse.
Why did it have to be them, whose mere sight ruins every sane thought I have?Why did I conjure them up in my dreams like a silly girl idolizing some celebrity?This would be so much easier for me, but it’s not, and now I’m held prisoner by them.
