Page 28 of Snowed in with the Brutes
A whirlwind of emotions consumes me.It’s over now.They touched me, left their mark on me, took my virginity, filled me with their cum, and now they’re done with me.
I have no idea why tears gather in my eyes and my vision blurs.Am I insane?This is excellent.I get to go back home, free for the first time in my life.I get to start anew.Maybe I can try for Juilliard again.With my dad close by, taking care of him, anything will be possible for us now.This is good.This is the outcome I wanted, and I’m getting it a day earlier.
“No,” Kian says.“You’re coming with us.”
“Be ready in ten minutes, Cora,” Flinn says.
Before I can respond, they disappear from the room.
I don’t understand why I’m spiraling.They’re probably taking me into the city, and from there I’ll find my way back to the ranch.
Mindlessly, I change into jeans and layer on more clothes before I pack my things.Within eight minutes, I’m zipping up my overnight bag.
In the next two minutes, I’m ushered into their helicopter, which looks very different from the one I arrived in.This one is pure luxury.
I want to ask them where they’ll be dropping me off, but they’re too busy on their laptops and talking to each other about some urgent business thing, so I remain silent.
The empty feeling in the pit of my stomach grows.This is how it should be.I was always meant to leave.
I force myself to look out the window, but my gaze, as always, is drawn back to them.
The rest of it happens in record time.We land on the helicopter pad atop the most stunning building I’ve ever seen.
I’m introduced to someone named Henry, who they inform me is at my disposal, whatever that means.
Their penthouse, of palatial size, leaves me in utter awe.It’s the perfect living space for three mafia kings.
Everything is stark white, clinical in chrome and marble.I can’t help but envision the women who pass through here—all stunning goddesses, worldly and sophisticated.Women who are well matched for them.
Envy rips through me.I’ll never be one of those women.My life is different, and that’s okay, but I feel sick at the thought of them touching another woman.Doing to her what they’ve done to me.
What is wrong with me?This was a pleasure debt.I’m paying for what they consider a crime that Pierre Anderson committed against them—nothing more.And now I have my own life to return to.
“Can I use your phone to call my family?They’ll need to know to pick me up from here, please.”
“No,” Kian says.“You’ll stay here.”
Technically, they still own me for one more night, so that makes sense.I just have to remain calm and wait it out.
“Okay, but they’ll still need to know where to pick me up tomorrow.”
“Perhaps we weren’t clear enough when we said you’re ours now, Cora,” Sinclair says.
“And this is where you’ll be living.If you don’t like this place, I’ll send over a realtor, and you can go shopping for a new home,” Kian adds.
What?
“No, I don’t belong here,” I say panicked.This is all too surreal.I must have slipped into some ridiculous daydream and made up what they just said.Of course.
“This is exactly where you belong,” Sinclair says.“With us, around us, beneath us, with our cocks inside you.Any other questions?”
I’m so confused and the dark feeling in my stomach keeps growing.I need time to figure out what is happening.So I shake my head and murmur no.
“Good,” Sinclair says.“If you need anything, let Henry know.”
They leave in a hurry, but not before each of them kisses me goodbye.They really kiss me, leaving me dazed and perplexed.
I don’t know what’s happening but it’s not good.Should I leave?But there’s still one night of my sentence to get through.If do I leave, will I jeopardize everything?
