Page 57 of Kings of Lust
‘You really need to learn who is in charge here. You never know when to keep quiet and when to speak,’ Brax’s hand stopped somewhere on my throat and despite the visible discomfort caused by his wound, he was causing me trouble breathing.
‘What the fuck did she do to you too?’ Cole’s voice filled the room.
Great. Now I had all three of them pissed off with me.
Maybe Iwasthe one who was screwing things up after all.
‘This mouth of hers is going to put her in an early grave someday,’ Brax roared, tightening his grip on me so strongly even he had trouble sustaining the effort.
Luckily, his savior was on the way.
Cole came from behind me, replacing Brax’s hand around my neck with his and sneaking another around my waist, gluing me to his crotch.
‘I can feel your heart beating so loudly that it turns me on,’ Cole’s mouth descended to trail a warm line against my neckline, in his sadistic ritual to claim supremacy over my body.
‘What the fuck did she do to you?’ Brax asked with curiosity.
‘She told me I can choose whoever I want to replace her, and then she comes in here and almost throws a fucking tantrum.’
I didn’t say a word to defend myself, mostly because this time Cole was saying the truth.
‘But don’t worry, Mouse. We only want you,’ his tongue glided upwards claiming my earlobe as he spoke.
We!?
What the fuck waswesupposed to mean!?
I didn’t ask out loud. Neither did I have to, because the answer I dreaded came much faster than I was expecting.
‘Let’s give her a little lesson in obedience,’ Brax growled as Cole’s hand tightened around my waist.
‘You need to know who owns you and absolutely everything about you, including the stupid shit that comes out that mouth of yours,’ Brax was giving me a direct threat, though not entirely one made out of words. Between the pounding in my head and the trembling in my stomach, I felt a hand playing with the hems of my dress. Brax’s hand, judging by the determined fingers that were quickly escalating on my inner thigh.
‘Stop it,’ I whined, feeling Cole’s heavy breathing crushing on my skin while the beautiful emerald color in Brax’s eyes was turning so dark that I could barely distinguish the green.
Oh God, I almost forgot about Ferris being in the room.
My breath hitched at the thought, and as I turned my head to look at him, my worse thoughts came true. He was in the same position, maybe even calmer than before, closely watching the revenge the other two kings were planning to inflict on me.
‘It’s not funny, Brax,’ I ground out the words, feeling his fingers already reaching the line of my panties. Though by the look on their faces they didn’t find it in any way amusing. They found it arousing.
‘I can do whatever I want with you, remember? We have a deal,’ the king of the underworld was reminding me of our agreement as if any of them would let me forget about it, even for a second.
‘In your house, or a bedroom. Nothere!’ I knew both Cole and Brax weren’t ashamed of a little public exposure, but this was way too much.
‘Here,’ Brax answered just asherewas beginning to have a double meaning. His fingers just sneaked beneath my panties, searching for the dampness of my core.
‘Brax, please,’ I murmured with my last hope, though I knew he wasn’t going to stop.
He wanted my cries. He needed my cries of ecstasy to assert complete validation of his dominating power.
‘You need to learn that every action has a consequence, and whenever you do or say something that goes against us, you will be taught a lesson. That is until you learn,’ Cole was whispering in my ear as his hand kept tightening on my neck, bringing my head a little upwards, forcing me to glance straight at Brax’s satisfied gaze.
‘But you know what, Mouse?’ Cole continued the speech he was roaring in my ear, ‘I hope it takes you a long time to learn this.’
And it was true. I could see it in his every gesture. He was living for every hitched whimper, for every second in which my embarrassment was becoming a reality.
I was so angry at them for what they were doing, but most of all, I was angered with myself. Of the way Brax’s hand was slipping against my skin, gliding on the signs of my own excitement.
