Page 3 of Dirty Brothers
“One night?” she breathes out.
“One night of pure bliss,” I promise.
She hesitates for a split second but one glance over at Brady with a brunette perched on his lap has her nodding. “Lead the way.”
All three of us laugh, causing her to frown. “I don’t think so,” Kingston says with hunger in his tone.
“What?” she presses.
“You have ten minutes to run. When we catch you, we’re taking you upstairs to bring all your wildest dreams to life and if you’re a good girl, we might even mix in some of your nightmares for fun. Now, run,” Bray growls. She doesn’t need to be told twice. She bends down and removes her killer heels, holding them in one hand. My brows raise at her small size as she is only up to our chests. Before I can fixate on that too much, she turns and runs through the packed club like a fire is chasing her.
The three of us stand here and watch, we’re all expecting her to head for the exit, making the chase harder, but she bypasses it and goes for the dance floor to get lost in the sea of bodies.
“Revenge is within our grasp, brothers,” Kingston says, chuckling.
“We waiting the ten or we going after her?” I ask, already knowing the answer but I thought it best to be polite and ask regardless. See, I can be respectful.
“Fuck that, fan out and get the girl, I want her on her knees and begging,” Bray snarls, then takes off to the right. Kingston shoves me and laughs as I stumble, then heads left. I glare at the fucker’s retreating back then go straight down the middle. I don’t need to push my way through the crowd, they part for me the second they see me coming. They know who we are beneath the masks. It’s always been like this for me and my brothers, wegive offfuck with me and I’ll fuck you upvibes. We are ruthless on and off the ice.
Molly Turner is about to have her whole world flipped upside down and she doesn’t even know it. Playing hockey has taught us to go after what we want, nothing gets in the way of us getting the win.Nothing.
I spot her up ahead trying to force her way through the throng of people, but they don’t budge. She spins around, trying to find another escape, but when she spots me her eyes widen and her movements turn frantic. She starts shoving people and slipping between them to escape. I know even if she manages to escape me she won’t get past Kingston or Brayden. I can’t see either of them but I know they are watching her. She’s the prize and there is no fucking way we are letting her slip through our fingers.
I follow her at a slow pace, I don’t need to push or utter a word as they all part, knowing I’m the predator in here and they are nothing but prey.
Molly makes it to the edge of the dance floor and pauses to look over her shoulder to see if I’m still following. She spots me and her mouth parts, her chest begins to flush. I smirk. She has to know that tonight is only going to end one way.
With her under us, on top of us and screaming so fucking loud even Brady will be able to hear.
Miss Turner will finally get to experience what it’s like to come on a cock and not have to fake it. We’re going to fucking destroy that pussy and tear her apart, all in the name of revenge against ourbrother.
THREE
MOLLY
A fine sheen of sweat coats my body, my steps wobbly and unsure as I dart my gaze around, trying to find a route out of here. I’ve never been to this club before so I have no idea where the hell I am going. I don’t know where the other two are but one of them is right on my ass and the thrill of this chase has me breathless and panting—not from the exertion, it’s from the arousal flowing through me.
As a group of people shift up ahead, I see a staircase. No one is on it and I know from scouting the place earlier that the second floor appeared empty, so I have a good chance of losing them up there. I chance one more glance over my shoulder and squeak when I see he is now mere feet from me. I take off without overthinking it and grip the rail, taking the stairs two at a time. I may look like a lady, but I behave more like a tomboy.
I’ve watched enough horror movies to know that I shouldn’t look back to see how close the guy is. The urge is strong to do it, even though I know those precious seconds will cost me, but I manage to refrain. I dart left and begin trying the handles on the doors.
There are so many closed doors up here. What the hell is in all of these rooms?
The thought is shoved from my head when I see another one of them appear on the opposite side, caging me in and leaving me no choice but to find an open door and hide in there.
Do I want to hide?
What would be the harm in spending one night with them?
The thrill of the chase overwhelms me, and I throw caution to the wind as I take off and try every handle. The two masked men don’t run, they walk toward me—no, stalk toward me slowly as I frantically try the fourth door. When the handle turns, I let loose a small scream of delight. I shove the door open, and a light comes on instantly. I expect to see an office or a store room, but that’s not what this room is.
It’s a sex room.
How do I know? Because there is a fucking St. Andrew’s Cross in the middle of the fucking room! There’s even a rack on the side wall that holds floggers, a variety of whips, and restraints. I stand here with my jaw hanging open and the door handle gripped tightly in my hand. My mind is screaming at me to run, but my body won’t move. Desire pools at my core as a mental picture of me strapped to that cross with a blindfold and three masked strangers ravishing my body, with zero restraint or hesitation just pure unrestrained hunger for a climax, assaults me.
My breath hitches when I feel a warm body press against my back. I remain still and unmoving, waiting to see what happens now that they have caught me. Strong hands grip my waist, making me tremble in his hold. A soft gasp escapes me when he leans down and I feel the gruff texture of his mask scrape against my cheek.
“You’re ours now, lollipop.” His use of my nickname from my best friend has my mind scrambling, but when he uses his body to push me further into the room, my mind goes blank. I stumble but his grip keeps me upright. I hear the others’ footfalls enterthe room behind us before the door clicks shut. The heat in the room suddenly turns up and I feel hot all over. “Back against the cross.”
