Page 78 of Let Me
His hands take each of my upper arms, and he squeezes softly.
“You’ve been a bad little girl,” he whispers in my ear again. “You know that, don’t you?”
I don’t move. I don’t answer him, or nod, or otherwise acknowledge the question. My mind is spinning, and now I can’t see. But I hear something.
Footsteps, coming down the stairs.
“Caden,” I say, the word coming out hushed.
Benji laughs against my neck. “No one is coming to save you, Riley.” His hands trail down my arms, uncrossing them for me, and when he gets to my wrists, his fingers move to my abdomen, up the thin material of my shirt, over my breasts. My nipples are hard, and he murmurs his approval into my ear. I step back, into him, my body betraying me.
I’m equal parts scared and turned on and I’m frozen. I don’t know what to do, or to think, and the footsteps on the stairs have stopped. Maybe that was part of my imagination. Maybe Caden isn’t here at all. Maybe Benji flew here by himself. Maybe he plans to kill me here, throw me in the lake.
Suddenly, I’m panicking, and I try to step away from him, my hands going to the blindfold.
But Benji is faster. He wraps his arms around my front, pinning my own to my side.
“Benji,” I say quietly, ashamed of the way my voice shakes, “let me go.”
In response, he presses his lips to the back of my neck, nuzzling my hair away with his nose.
“No,” he whispers against my skin.
My heart is hammering in my chest.
“Benji,” I try again, “you don’t want to do this.”
If anyone was coming down the stairs, they would’ve been here by now. Caden isn’t here. I might die here.
Benji smiles against my skin. “Ah,” he says, “but I do. I’ve always wondered what your pussy felt like, that two brothers would fight to the death over you.”
I shake my head, and Benji squeezes me tighter.
“I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to do this unless Caden is here.” My voice is hoarse.
There’s a moment of silence, and I think Benji loosens his hold on me, but I can’t be sure.
“You mean if I am here, you want to?” It’s Caden.
I let out a breath of relief, a half-sob escaping my throat. I let myself go limp in Benji’s arms, and he keeps me upright. Caden is here.
Caden ishere.
“Answer me,” Caden says, voice cold.
I nod. “Yes,” I whisper, and I feel Benji press himself into me. “Yes.”
Caden laughs darkly. “Of course you do, Ry,” he says, and I hear him stepping closer to me. Then his hands come down to the waistband of my shorts. “You’ve always liked two men better than one.”
His fingers skim over my shorts, then clamp down on my bare thighs.
I can feel his body heat in front of me, feel Benji pressing his cock into me behind me, his arms still wrapped around me.
My fingers itch to take off the blindfold, to see them both, to look at Caden. To watch him touch me. But I don’t try to move, I only let Benji hold me in place.
“What have you done, baby girl,” Caden says, and I know it isn’t really a question. He’s not looking for an answer. His lips are close to my face as he speaks; I smell peppermint and every nerve in my body is on alert. Ready. Waiting.
“What have you done to us,” he says again, and then his mouth captures mine. It’s not gentle. It’s harsh and possessive, and he moves his hands from my thighs to my chest, and Benji’s hold shifts back to my upper arms. Caden presses me further into Benji, and Benji steps back, until he’s against the wall and I’m in between him and Caden.
