Page 79 of Gilded Locks
He scowled. “Fuck no. We don’t take orders from anyone.”
“Except Hunter, apparently.”
“If you knew him, you’d get it. Sometimes, it’s easier just to skip the argument with Hunter. Besides, I knew he wouldn’t hurt you.”
“What gave you that impression? The choking? Or was it when he shoved me down on the counter and threatened me?”
“We promised to protect you. We keep our word. And Hunter would never hurt an innocent woman.”
“That’s not how he sees me.” She wasn’t going to explain the terror Hunter inspired. He should know from simply watching his brother’s animalistic actions. “I need clothes.”
“So go get them.”
She frowned, annoyed by his indifference. “You’re so annoying.”
His brows lifted. “I’m not your servant, Marigold. If you’re going to live here, you’re going to have to learn how to take care of some things yourself.”
“So much for all that tender aftercare bullshit,” she snapped, snatching her boots off the floor.
“Wait.” He caught her arm again, before she could get out the door. “Did you like having us both inside of you?”
“Oh, my God.” She tried to yank her arm out of his grip, but he didn’t budge.
“Did you?”
Her face burned with evidence of just how much she’d enjoyed being tied up and taken by both men. “That’s what you care about?”
“Yes. Your pleasure’s important to me.”
She rolled her eyes. “I liked everything but the blowjob.”
He backed her into the door, using his body to overwhelm her. “Liar.”
“Guess you’ll never know.”
He tugged the towel loose.
“Ash, don’t.” The towel fell to the floor, and the heat of his clothed body burned into her skin.
“Let me make it up to you.” His lips teased the sensitive slope of her neck as he nuzzled her shoulder, gently cupping her breast.
“I hate you.” She sucked in a sharp breath when his thumb treaded lightly over her abused nipple.
“Sore?”
“Yes.”
“Poor baby.” He bent his head and licked over her swollen nipple ever so tenderly.
Her breath hitched as he pulled the tip into his mouth with extreme care. She was suddenly grateful for the support of the door as she let her head fall back.
“See, you can’t hate me. I’m the one who understands you. I see you, Marigold. The real you. You can’t blame me for wanting you.”
Her eyes closed as he placed tender kisses over her breasts and teased his fingers between her thighs.
“Are you sore here?” He gently slithered a finger inside of her heat. “Was Stone’s big cock too wide for your pretty pussy?”
No one had ever spoken so crassly to her or discussed sexual acts with such casual ease. She smirked. “It’s bigger than yours.”
