Page 18 of Dollhouse

There, in front of me, stands three tall men, all dressed in black and wearing masks.

Holy shit.

I recognize those masks instantly. And the minute I meet their eyes, I know who they are. They’re the group from the club that watched me. And the man holding my panties—I know he’s the one that carried me. He’s also the one that jerked off in front of me last night.

Holy fucking shit.

One by one, they remove their masks, and their faces come into full display.

A gasp escapes my parted lips as I take in the sight before me. Pulling my skimpy clothing down to cover myself, I press my knees together, not wanting to show them the effect they have on me.

They are pure sex on legs and the most attractive men I’ve ever seen in my life. Without their masks, I could see the tattoos that snake all the way up their necks.

Okay, Tate, snap out of it. Stop checking out these fuckers, they just kidnapped you!

Shaking my head, I clear my throat. “Why did you take me? What do you want from me?”

“I’m Eli, that’s Rowen, and you’re well acquainted by now, but that’s King.” Brown eyes points to the two men beside him. Eli—the one with brown eyes—looks like the angel of death in his black suit and perfectly slicked back hair. With his oval face and round eyes, he’s absolutely fucking beautiful. Good God I am in trouble.

The green-eyed guy—Rowen—stands next to him with his hands in his pockets, his eyes pulled together in a scowl pointed directly at me, his jaw clenched so tightly he might break teeth. He seems like a prick, but he’s still a perfect specimen of a man.

And the most charming of all—King aka hazel eyes—is now sitting beside me on the bed with a grin that makes me forget how to breathe. He’s wearing black jeans, and a t-shirt, just like the previous night when he exposed himself to me. His hands are covered in tattoos, and instantly I wonder where those tattoos lead.

Actually, I’m wondering the same thing about all of them. I can see the tattoos on their necks and hands, and I’d like to trace them with my tongue.

Holy fuck, Tate, you need to stop. You’ve been kidnapped!

I shake my inner thoughts away. I’ll discuss Stockholm Syndrome with my therapist once I escape these beautiful men. If I were wearing panties, they’d be noticeably soaked. I can only hope to keep my knees closed enough so they don’t see my glistening core.

Finding my voice, I shake myself out of my mesmerized stupor. “Great, but that doesn’t explain why I’m here. Let me go!” I hiss. King’s fingers trace over my knee and slide up my thigh, and quickly I push his hand away, giving him a scowl that only causes him to chuckle.

He leans into me, taking a lock of my black hair, and twirls it around his fingers as he whispers, “I can smell your arousal.” Carefully, he unties my mask that I was still wearing and allows it to fall from my face. A smile spreads on his delicious lips when he sees my full face.

“Why the fuck am I here?” I ask again, my eyes only on King.

“You’ll find out soon,” Eli answers, causing me to turn my attention away from the deep hazel orbs I was getting lost into. His chocolate eyes rake over my nearly exposed body, the same hunger in his eyes as King. Rowen is the only one that’s not looking at me with lust, instead, I see hatred in his emerald eyes. I don’t know why there’s hatred, but it’s plain as day. He’s looking at me with a deadly stare as if he wants to cut me open and watch me bleed.

“Fuck that. Tell me now.” I shove King’s hand off me once again and stand, crossing my arms over my chest. Eli mocks my stance and stalks toward me until we’re toe to toe. I have to tilt my head back to look at him even in heels. “Why the fuck did you kidnap me?”

The corners of his lips curl in an amused grin. He doesn’t answer me, he only looks me over from head to toe once more and walks toward the door, Rowen following behind him. That’s when I notice where exactly I am—in a very large and nice bedroom.

“You’ll find some clothes in the closet and toiletries in the bathroom for you. There’s not much, since you won’t be here very long.” Rowen exits the room without another glance back at me.

“What does that mean?” Fear shoots through my veins. I won’t be here long… Does that mean they’re going to let me go or kill me? My anxiety is at an all-time high and I need to know what their plan is. “What do you mean!” I yell, getting a chuckle from behind me.

“King, let’s go,” Eli snaps, walking toward the doorway. He stops and looks back at me with a slow smirk.

“Goodnight, butterfly.” King smiles, smacking my ass on his way out. The door closes and I hear the click of a lock. I run toward it and grab the doorknob, knowing it won’t budge.

Those bastards locked me in here.

What the actual fuck is going on? I have to get out of here.

My butterfly has been screaming and beating on the door for hours now. She’s acting like a wild fucking animal, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t get my dick hard. I like hearing her fight against a situation she has no possible way of getting out of. The more she screams, the harder my dick gets. I’m tempted to march my ass right back upstairs to her room and really give her something to scream about. I wonder if she’d cry if I were to shove my dick down her throat.

I’m downstairs with Eli and Rowen, analyzing the looks on their faces when they hear her screams. Eli and I are both amused, while Rowen is angry. His jaw clenches each time she screams, and he’s only getting angrier. It would normally be humorous to see him get so angry, but I know why he’s angry, and I hate that for him. I hate that her mere presence is causing him extreme discomfort.

Eli and Rowen are my brothers, not by blood, but that’s irrelevant. When one is distressed, we’re all distressed. Even if it is slightly amusing.

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