Page 53 of Three Irish Kings
I shrug. “It’s really your choice,Isla. I can kill you right here, right now.”
Her breath catches and both Dare and Cillian freeze.
Her voice is barely above a whisper when she says, “What is the alternative?”
“We keep you here. But for as long as you are a guest here, you will be our pet.”
Cillian’s mouth drops open, and Dare looks at me like I’ve completely lost my mind.
Maybe I have.
“Yourpet?”
“Exactly. You’ll service us whenever we want, and in return, we’ll keep you fed and taken care of.”
“Boss, what in the fuck are you talking about?” Cillian’s voice is low and dangerous, and he may hit me for this, but I can’t seem to stop myself.
And honestly, I don’t even know if Iwantto stop myself. I’ll be damned if I let Dare get her without a fight. And if this is the only way to do it, so be it.
I take a couple of steps toward her, and she backs up against Dare, who is holding her loosely in his arms.
It makes me want to punch him, rip her from his arms, and show them who owns her.
The thought of fucking her in front of Dare, and maybe Cillian, makes my cock go half-mast.
What the fuck?
“I’m no pet. And I'm not a fucking prostitute.”
“Of course, you’re not a prostitute. You won’t get paid for services rendered. But we will take care ofallyour needs.”
“You can’t be serious.”
I smile slowly, taking another step toward her. This time, she doesn’t flinch away.
“I’m as serious as a heart attack,Isla.” I make a point to draw out her name, pronouncing it correctly. Now that I’m not sure if she’s Maggie, I’ll call her by what she wants to be called.
Dare keeps his arms around her protectively, and I want to scream.
“Do you want us?” It’s Cillian who speaks up, and you could knock me over with a feather.
I thought he’d be against this even more than Dare, who clearly wants Isla to himself.
Fuck that.
“Wh-what are you talking about?” She sounds incredulous, but her face is flushed, and she leans back against Dare’s chest. “Of course... of course not.”
Cillian steps forward, grabbing her chin in his hand and squeezing so that her mouth pops open. “Do. You. Want. Us?”
He squeezes her jaw a bit harder when she doesn’t answer, and a moan comes out of her throat.
He nods. “That’s what I thought.”
I step forward, jealousy flaring inside me as Cillian gets closer to her.
I lean down close to her ear. “Use your words to answer his question truthfully.”
“Yes,” she whispers, and that’s good enough for me.
