Page 17 of Dirty Brothers
Molly is a means to an end.
She has given me the freedom to purge my darkest desires and for that I will always be indebted to her.
Plus, even if we wanted more, that could never happen. The truth will come out and when she realizes the three guys she has been fucking senseless are her stepbrothers, she will loathe us. What will really tip her over the edge is when she finds out why we did this and sought her out in the first place.
“We’ve broken your cage, birdy. You’re free to fly now,” I say as I gather my clothes. Justin and Kingston do the same but before we can reach the door her words have us stilling.
“Why does that feel like a goodbye?” Justin opens his mouth but I shoot him a look. He clamps his mouth closed, pulls his pants on, then leaves. Kingston does the same but I remain where I am and get dressed and put my mask back on.
“Take the blindfold off,” I snap. She does as I say and then looks around the room trying to find the twins, but when she spots the open door beside me her face falls. “If the need arises, we’ll find you,” I say in a cold tone and ignore the way she flinches before following after my brothers, not looking back once even when she calls out for me to stop.
Molly Turner isn’t our endgame. She can’t be and the sooner the twins wrap their heads around that, the better.
It’s the day before the wedding and it’s been three weeks since I’ve felt her naked body writhing beneath me and hearing her moans as we made her come and forced her to take all three of us. We’ve been forced to come to my mom’s and Molly’s dad’s house at least twice a week. Every time I have seen Molly she looks depressed, almost heartbroken, but whenever me or the twins speak to her, she seems to come alive.
Tonight, Lennon is here with her and it may just be me, but the way that her best friend eyes the three of us sets me on edge. It’s like she knows a secret we don’t and I hate it. I want to find out why she is sitting beside Molly, looking so fucking smug!
I grit my teeth and focus on what Mom is saying. She and I haven’t been seeing eye to eye since she told me who was on her invite list. I don’t know why the fuck she thought invitinghimwould be a good idea. We hate him and want nothing to do with that cunt, but she thinks she can fix him choosing that piece of shit over us. She has no idea what his bastard did and what he fucking stole from me.
Molly doesn’t utter a word for the remainder of dinner. The twins are both in a mood and I know it’s because they hate I’ve told them to stay away from her and leave her be. I fucking hate that I long to feel her touch, hear her moans and feel her writhing beneath me. She’s buried under my skin and I can’t seem to get rid of her. She keeps sneaking glances at us and as much as she tries to hide it, I can see the hunger in her eyes. She wants us.
What she doesn’t know is she’s already had us in every single one of her holes.
“Is that okay with you, Molly?” My mom saying her name snaps me out of my thoughts.
“Yeah, Len can take my car back to campus,” she says with a forced smile. I frown, annoyed that I missed what was said. But, I won’t lie, the sound of her voice is like music to my fucking ears. Fucking her would relieve the stress and tension riding me harder than she did.
“I’m going after her,” Kingston utters low enough for only me to hear.
I turn to him and whisper, “What?”
“Mom wants the four of us to stay here tonight.” My brows raise and my skin begins to heat at the prospect of having her again.
“This is the last time. Tomorrow she is going to find out the truth,” I hiss. My brother's eyes blaze with contempt but he knows I speak the truth, even if he and Justin want to lie to themselves for one more night. They will have no choice but to face facts tomorrow. As soon as she sees him, she will want answers and when she gets them, she won’t be sitting across the table from us smiling and looking at us like we hang the fucking moon.
This is why I never wanted to get attached.
She was supposed to be a bitch, a stuck up spoiled little cunt that we would fuck and bend to our will, but she is none of those things. She’s dark, sinister, twisted and just as fucking depraved as I am.
Suddenly, I’m eager for Lennon to fuck off and this stupid pre dinner thing to be over so we can stalk our little birdy and lock her in her cage one last time.
We’re about to make that kitty purr one last fucking time.
SEVENTEEN
MOLLY
Watching Lennon drive away was hard. With her being gone it means I don’t have a buffer between me and my stepbrothers. Both our parents headed to bed a couple of hours ago and now I have to go back into that house and face them!
I’ve felt empty without the company of my masked men, having them around eased the thoughts of me picturing my life with my brothers. I know it’s sick, wrong and frowned upon but ever since I met them, all I can think about is how good they would feel pressed against me. I bet they would never treat me the way Brady did or laugh at me for wanting to try new things. I doubt they would cheat on me either.
I suck up my pride and trudge back into the house. As I lock the front door behind myself, the lights in the house cut out. I suck in a sharp inhale and rationalize with myself that it’s just a power outage and there is no reason to panic. The thought flies the fuck out of my head when a hand clamps over mouth from behind and a chest is pressed against my back. I scream into the hand and struggle in his hold.
“Birdy.” At the sound of that stupid name I stop fighting and relax in his hold. My heart thumps in my chest and excitementthrums through me, knowing they’re back. But, I remember my stepbrothers and my dad and their mom are sleeping upstairs!
I grip his wrist and pry his hand from my mouth. “My family is sleeping upstairs,” I whisper.
He bends down and I gasp when I feel the rough texture of his mask against my face. “I don’t give a fuck. I want those assholes to hear you scream.”
