Page 71 of Hunt me Darling

Tristan takes a step closer to me, but he doesn’t look guilty or contrite, he just looks possessive. “You are ours, and you are never leaving us again, even if we have to make you stay.”

I growl as anger flares within me. I hear a faint sound from the living area and storm out of the bedroom in that direction.

Derek has returned and placed a coffee and a bag of what I assume is food on the coffee table. All I can do is narrow my eyes at it and him.

“If you give me that right now I may just throw it in both of your faces.” I growl pointing at it.

Derek, having not been a part of the conversation, frowns and then looks toward his brother. “I wasn’t even gone an hour, how did you piss her off?” I turn in time to catch the end of Tristan’s wince.

“So, who’s idea was it exactly that I needed to be knocked up in order to stay?” I say into the momentary silence and this time it’s Derek’s turn to wince.

But then he gets the same possessive look that Tristan had. Derek strides straight over to me, grabs the back of my neck with one of his big hands and tilts my head so I’m looking directly at him and only him. “We will never apologize for things we do in our efforts to show you that you belong with us.”

My heart speeds up at the tone of his voice, there is a dark edge to it that reminds me very clearly that he is also Dare, the controlling psycho that kills people.

His other hand comes up to close around my throat as he brings his face closer to mine and I whimper. “Don’t mistake us for good men, Little Darling, there is no line we won’t cross to keep you by our sides.”

I let my eyes close briefly before looking back into his eyes, only now noticing he has removed the contact lenses that turned them black. Looking into his piercing blue eyes at that moment is almost too much. “Don’t talk like that.”

He frowns in response, “Why?”

“Because as much as my pussy wants it, I don’t think I have the energy for you to fuck me again. And now I can’t even have coffee in case your psycho plan actually worked.” I wanted to pout, really I did, but something about what they did just made a part of me want them more.

He chuckles and brushes his lips against mine before releasing me and pointing at the coffee. “That’s only a single shot. You’re allowed up to two each day.”

Tristan comes up behind me and kisses my cheek. “If we see you have more, I will tie you up and bleed it out of you.”

That draws a startled laugh from me, “Somehow I think the blood loss would have a worse effect than the coffee.”

He shrugs as though his craziness makes sense to him before moving to sit on my couch and prop his feet up on the coffee table. It is the strangest thing to note that while Derek had changed into his work attire and shed the appearance of Dare, Tristan still had most of his outfit on since he had barely left my side.

I rub my hands down my face in frustration before sighing and moving to pick up the coffee. Exactly how I liked it. And peeking in the bag it is also my regular bagel order.

The creepy stalker.

They're infuriating, possessive, and controlling, yet somehow, a part of me enjoys their attention and affection. As much as I try to resist, there's a magnetic pull they have on me that's hard to deny.

Looking at Tristan, I raise my eyebrow as I take a seat next to him on the couch. “Don’t you have a job you need to go get ready for as well?”

Tristan smirks at me, settling in comfortably. “I’ll leave when you both do. Technically, I’m very deep into some research for this amazing FBI duo that I know, so my absence won’t be too out of place.” He shrugs again. “But then, not everyone keeps to stupid hours like you two. Though it did make watching you easy when you only really went between here and your office.”

I chuckle at Tristan's teasing, unable to completely suppress the amusement despite the situation. "You're unbelievable," I remark, taking a bite of my bagel and letting out a moan as I taste the familiar flavors. "Mmm, at least you got the bagel right."

A flash of heat and hunger enters Derek’s eyes as he watches me, his tongue swiping at his bottom lip as though he is trying to still taste me there. “Careful with those moans, or we will be checking just how tired you really are. You have no idea how hard it was restraining myself when you ate breakfast at the office.”

I smirk, savoring the bagel even more, partly enjoying the effect my actions seem to have on him. "Oh, is that so?" I tease, taking another deliberate bite of my bagel and letting out another soft moan, just to see their reactions. "I guess you'll just have to restrain yourself a little while longer then."

Tristan's eyes darken, and he leans in closer, a low growl escaping his throat. "You're pushing your luck, Little Darling," he warns.

Derek's gaze intensifies, and he leans in as well, his lips grazing my ear. "You have no idea what you do to us," he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin.

I can feel the heat rising between us, the tension thick in the air. But I also know that we have other priorities this morning and we can’t afford to be distracted.

I roll my eyes, trying to ignore the impact of their words. "So, how did you two end up hating each other in public, but yet you’re brothers, and you obviously don’t hate each other?"

Derek and Tristan exchange glances, and there's a combination of hesitation and something else unidentifiable in their eyes. Derek finally speaks up. "It's a long story, and we will tell you every tiny detail, some day.”

Tristan sighs. “Do you really think two men working together to kill people are going to act all cutesy family friendly in public?”

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