Page 32 of Their Best Friends' Bratty Little Sister

“Suck my brother’s cock now,” he instructed.

Rowan put her back on her knees before him. He filled her mouth and he wasn’t in a playful mood. He took her hard, flicking her nipples then squeezing her breasts when she gagged on his hardness. He wrapped his hand around her throat, as he tested her limits that broke through her boundaries and beyond.

She was gasping for air, struggling to take the whole of him down her throat.

But it was exactly her struggles that set him off.

That sense of peace reached a new level when Rowan came into her mouth. She swallowed what she could. The rest dripped down her chin, onto her chest then onto her breasts.

Rowan rubbed his cum into her nipples. Her pussy quaked as he squeezed her breasts now soaked with his essence.

“You’re ours. This makes you ours for the rest of our lives. No questions. Ours,” Rowan said, holding her chin in his hand and forcing her to look up at him.

“Yes,” she whispered.

In her heart, she would always be theirs. No matter where she was going, or what she ended up doing, her heart would belong to them.

The realization that she would have to leave them spun the truth about her feelings for them.

Somewhere along the line, she had fallen in love with these three men. It was the way they made her feel. She wasn’t her complete self when she wasn’t with them. Which meant for the rest of her life she would be incomplete because she couldn’t have them.

Chapter Fourteen

Rowan may have appeared calm, nonchalant and in full fucking control but on the inside he was anything but.

He was going to strangle the blond beauty once they were done here. His brothers would want their turn too.

She had lied to them.

Okay, she would say she omitted the truth. Which in their book was the same fucking thing when it came to putting her life in danger.

She had made them think her blackmailer was her only problem, meanwhile, she was in over her fucking head with human traffickers.

Fuck.

They had shared her in their bed for the last two nights. She still insisted on doing her chores which they had to admire. The sneaking suspicion that she was doing them for ulterior motives soon came to light.

The little daredevil had thought they would release her earlier than arranged.

They hadn’t let the Emily Martin thing go. None of them felt good about it so Lawson continued his search.

What he discovered turned their blood to ice.

Emily Martin was missing. She had been kidnapped by an underground unit specializing in high-end human trafficking.

They had thought her blackmailer, Loaded Slayer was on the ring’s pay list, but Lawson found no evidence. They were two separate issues and trust Sienna to have both a blackmailer and a kidnapper at the same fucking time.

It didn’t make any sense why they would take Emily. She wasn’t an A-lister, didn’t have any money, not even in line to inherit from anyone.

The only thing that Emily had in her character sketch was none other than Sienna Gallagher.

There had been an accident ten years ago, involving Emily and they all knew Sienna had never stopped blaming herself.

What did make sense was that Sienna would accept the terms that Emily’s kidnappers had laid out for her. She had been guided by misplaced guilt.

But then Lawson had also discovered it was Emily’s father who had sold her to the traffickers, then hinted, for another sum of money, about her connection with the heiress Sienna Gallagher.

Emily’s father had set everything in motion. From deliberately selling his daughter, to planting the idea that his daughter was worth an heiress in weight. And that said heiress could easily be taken on a guilt trip if the cards were played right because she owed his daughter, Emily everything. She would swap places with his daughter, if Emily asked and she was the better breed of the two of them, it was incomparable. Who wouldn’t want to own a virgin heiress like a pet? He would have hit pay dirt if the deal went through.

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