Page 19 of Dollhouse

“Are you going to be okay with her here?” Eli sits back in his chair, his eyes shifting between Rowen and the deck of cards in his hand that he’s shuffling.

Rowen grits his jaw, avoiding eye contact with us both. “I have no choice. It’ll only be for a few days, then we’ll get rid of her.” His elbows rest on the table, his large hands wrapped around the neck of the beer bottle he’s currently gripping. I wonder if he’s imagining it’s Tate he’s strangling.

My mind once again takes off fantasizing freely about the girl upstairs, and how it would feel to have my hands around her neck. I bet she’d bruise beautifully. My lips curl up in a smile at the thought. “A few days is plenty of time to have some fun before she leaves,” I say casually, chuckling when their shocked eyes snap to me. I shrug, not feeling embarrassed at all.

Rowen rolls his eyes just as Eli and I share a secret grin of amusement.

“Go make her shut the fuck up then,” Rowen snaps, earning laugher from both of us.

“Someone’s tense and needs to get laid,” Eli mumbles under his breath.

“I’d rather claw my eyes out than go anywhere near her with my dick.” I watch Rowen closely, noticing his irritation with her here. I should be a good brother and stay away from her, but I won’t. Not when her cries and pleas for us to let her go is calling to me like a siren. Her words beg for freedom—an escape; but her eyes blaze with something else entirely. I noticed it the moment I removed the bag from her head and stared into her ocean eyes.

My butterfly wants to play.

After adjusting my dick that is painfully hard and pressing against my jeans, I stand with a smile, making the decision to answer my girl’s cries for help. “I’m going to see if my little butterfly would like to have a slumber party.” I take two pieces of pizza from the box in the middle of the table and set them on a napkin, carrying them as I walk across our cabin and upstairs to the room we’ve locked her in. I’m a man on a mission and don’t bother waiting to hear the nonsense that Eli or Rowen may spew out.

I remove the key from my pocket and unlock the door, allowing myself entrance.

Tate is sitting on the floor beside the bed, her head laying back on the bed while she stares at the ceiling. Her turquoise eyes snap to me the second I slam the door closed. Her scowl is cute, but it does nothing to me.

“Are you hungry, butterfly?” Walking across the room, I sit on the bed beside where her head was lying, and hold the pizza out toward her.

She looks at the pizza for two seconds before her stomach starts rumbling, betraying her hunger. “Stop calling me that. My name is Tate!” She wants to be angry, but with her growling stomach, she can’t. Feeling amused, I hold the pizza under her nose so she can smell the deliciousness, and just like I expected, that gets me a reaction from her.

Tate snatches the napkin from my hand and stands, pacing the room while she shovels the pieces in her mouth. “What do you want from me? Why did you three take me?” I wait until she’s finished eating before I respond. I don’t want her to speak with her mouth full.

“Don’t worry about it, you’ll know soon. For now, you should wash yourself and go to sleep.”

“Did you really just say don’t worry about it? Are you fucking crazy? You kidnapped me! You bet your ass I’m going to fucking worry about it!” She aggressively throws her napkin into the trash bin beside the nightstand. Tate may hate us, but she sure as fuck swallowed down that pizza. I wonder if she can swallow my dick like that.

“You’ll only be here for a few days, so for now, you don’t need to know anything. You’ll know when it’s time.” Her shoulders slump as she too easily admits her defeat. I like when she fights, but I also like that she’s realizing there’s no hope for her. She’s temporarily ours, and I can’t wait to see what’ll happen over the next few days.

Tate sits beside me on the bed, her head hung between her shoulders. “Why did you come to the club last night?” My lips pull into a mischievous grin.

I work quickly to remove my boots, then climb up further onto the bed and lie back, putting my hands behind my head and crossing my ankles. “I wanted to see you again,” I answer simply. Her head snaps up, her eyes shifting between me and the bed.

With a grin, I wave my arm, gesturing for her to lay beside me. She was hesitant for only a moment. With a roll of her ocean blue eyes, she climbs into the plush cloud-like mattress on the four-poster bed and lies beside me, mimicking my position.

“You could’ve kept your dick in your pants though.”

I’m unable to contain the laughter that erupts from me at her comment. “You were glad I didn’t,” I call her out, and she doesn’t deny it. She rolls her lips between her teeth, maintaining silence for the first time all night.

I continue pressing, wondering how far I can get. “I bet you were wet all night long after I left.” I know she was. I saw the way her pussy glistened underneath the glowing stage lights when she spread herself for me to see. Her thin thong had pulled to the side, and I saw everything. After I came, I had to get the fuck out of there before I acted on my urges and claimed her right then and there.

She remains silent beside me, her breathing becoming heavier. No doubt she, too, is thinking back to our short time together. Good. I want her to think about me, to dream about me. “You should get some sleep,” I say, straightening up.

“Sleep in a house with three strangers? Yeah, no thanks.” Ah, so recommending sleep earns a reaction from her.

“Do you think we’d do something to you?”

“Fuck yeah I do. I don’t fucking know you, and I’m not going to make myself vulnerable by sleeping here and—” Before she could finish her sentence, I shift quickly so I’m hovering over her, my arms on either side of her head.

Her legs automatically spread for me, a gasp escaping her parted lips as she stares up at me with wide eyes. I press my hips against hers knowing she can feel the permanent bulge that’s been in my pants ever since I held her warm body on my lap in the car. She’s not speaking now. All bark and no bite. I think I’d prefer it if she did bite; that would make this more interesting.

Taking hold of her hands, I pin them above her head, pressing myself directly against her bare core. The silk baby doll dress she’s wearing barely covers her ass when she’s standing, and now that she’s lying, it covers even less. Her panties are still in my pocket, the only barrier between us is my jeans.

“Butterfly, I’d never do anything you don’t want. Taking women against their will isn’t really my thing. When I have you, and I will have you, it’ll be because you want it and you asked for it. You’ll be screaming my name in both pain and pleasure when it does happen.” Her pupils dilate, and I suppress my laughter to her reaction.

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