Page 82 of Better Run
“There is no escape for you,” Jayden growls, and goosebumps prickle down my arms. He leans in and his voice lowers. “Wewillhurt you. And you’ll like it. But first,” he cocks his head. I don’t take my eyes off him. There’s a battle in his eyes and then his gaze softens and pain fills it. He looks...vulnerable. His voice comes out low. “I’m sorry.”
I freeze, and the barn is full of nothing but my heavy breathing.
“Me too, lemon drop.”
My gaze darts between them. I lower my knife slightly and swallow.
Silence fills the barn. Jayden won’t look at me but Cole does, his gaze strong and soft. Sorry. They’re sorry. For what? Kidnapping me? Making me watch them kill someone? The baby? I swallow.
My grip on the knife is almost painful. “I—I don’t know what to say.”
Jayden rubs the back of his neck and growls, “You don’t have to say anything. Just accept that we’re sorry and we want to try again.”
“I…”
Cole slips into an easy grin. “That doesn’t change the fact you’ve broken rules.”
I’m warned that the moment is over only by a glint in Jayden’s eyes before he darts toward me. He moves so quickly that I hardly move before his huge body slams into me, and we both slam into the wall. His hand goes behind my head before it can crack off the wood. On reflex, I try to stab him, but my hand won’t move. Cole is there, grinning. The game is on.
I scream. I scream loud and hard into Jayden’s chest. He smells of musk and oil, and I catch spearmint too.
One of them groans.
I slam my head forward into Jayden’s chest, putting all my pent-up energy into it. He just chuckles. The knife is stripped from my hand, and Jayden steps back. Before I can get away, he grabs my tank with his big hands and rips it down the middle. Cole’s hands are around my waist, and he yanks my pants down. He flicks the knife to my panties and bra and suddenly, I’m naked in front of them while they’re fully dressed.
Cole grabs my panties. “Yep. Soaked.”
I feel exposed and turned on.
Jayden bends down and throws me over his shoulder.
I beat his back and ass. “Let me go. Put me down!” He doesn’t. He carts me to the middle of the barn where Cole throws an old tarp onto the dirt and Jayden lays me down on my back. I scratch and claw, making contact with his skin, drawing beads of blood. His body feels warm and familiar. It’s like my body remembers it and is drawn to him.
They flip me over, exposing my tattoo, and someone smacks my ass hard.
“Good girl. You didn’t mess with it.”
They flip me again. I glare up at them. Their eyes are molten with hunger. Jayden’s nostrils flare, and his pupils dilate.
“This is how it’s going to go, kitten.” Jayden reaches down to play with my breast. I smack him away and he grins. “We’re going to punish that beautiful body for defying us, for coming without permission, and for being so damn intoxicating, neither of us could let you go.”
Cole adjusts himself.
“And if we punish you and you don’t come, we’ll let you go.”
I look between both of them. They look serious.
I sneer. “You have to be turned on to come. Shouldn’t be a problem.” I turn and scramble away.
Hot, heavy hands clamp on my legs and yank me back, rustling the tarp and flipping me, face up. It’s Cole who has grabbed me. He runs his hand up my thigh while pinning my hip down with the other.
Despite the heat, my body gets goosebumps. He looks me in the eye as he goes higher. I look down my nose at him. He reaches my cunt and runs a finger along it, then holds it out in front of me. It glistens.
I glare. Both men wear smug looks. “Whatever you say, kitten.”
“I hate you,” I say with all the venom I can.
Cole winks at me. Jayden unzips his pants. “I’ve been thinking about those angry lips every day for the last six months.” He pulls his dick out, and I’m reminded how big it is. “Suck while you ride him.”
