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"Why do you have to be so difficult?" he says, reaching out to cup my jaw. "Why can't you just do as you're told?"

"This is a definite case of the pot calling the kettle," I smile, and then I almost combust when a ghost of a smile touches his lips.

I unfasten his belt, holding his gaze. Undoing his pants, I reach for his cock, pumping it twice in my hand. I bend, trailing my tongue over the head, and relish the shiver that rushes through his whole body, and when I straighten and put my hand on his chest, he doesn't resist the pressure I put there. Unlike his brothers, he doesn't try to touch me, and I don't need to hold his hands against the sheets. As I press myself down onto him, he closes his eyes for a moment, lost in both the physical and psychological feeling that this is giving him. I caress his cheek, wanting a greater connection between us because sex isn't just about touch. We experience pleasure and pain in our minds too. For Kylian, his dominance keeps him safe, but with me on top, he has to trust. He has to concede what he clings to, and that surrender is what causes the tear to slide from my eye. He watches it as it makes its way down my cheek and drops from myjaw onto his shirt. No words are spoken, but a million are heard and understood.

It takes a long time for him to come, a long time for us to build up to a moment that I could never have imagined. With his brothers watching, I take Kylian apart piece by piece, and when we're done, when I'm wrung out with pleasure, and he's lost in his, all I can hope is that he'll let me put him back together again.

Today.

Tomorrow.

Or maybe when the contract's completed and, we can be who we really are.

14

LYLE

THE TIES THAT BIND

Things are different at the club. At least between Honor, Nate, and me. Even though I just had her a few hours ago, I’m desperate to have her again, and as soon as we’re together behind the closed door of room twenty-eight, Nate and I strip off Honor’s clothing, piece by piece, laying kisses on her skin as we go.

We literally butt heads when both of us move in to eat her pussy at the same time. After I win the spot, Nate focuses on her breasts, and the two of us work together to get her off, not once but twice, within a matter of minutes.

Meanwhile, Ky sits slouched in the chair, sipping a whiskey, occasionally watching but otherwise putting on an air of disinterest.

It wouldn’t be obvious to anyone else, but it’s plain to Nate and me that there’s a war going on inside him, even more than the one that’s usually raging. What Honor did in her apartment is proof that this all means more to her than a contractualobligation, and the way Kylian responded tipped his hand as well.

After Nate and I spend our loads deep inside her, Ky throws back the last of his drink and rises from the chair, unbuckling his belt. “Fun’s over,” he says, his eyes dark and menacing.

The afterglow smile that had lit up Honor’s face disappears instantly as Kylian pulls the blindfold from the drawer. He turns her away from him, ties her up, and uses her body like she’s someone who means nothing to him.

With his hand encircling Honor's neck and his fingers digging into her soft flesh, Kylian drives into her pussy like a man possessed, then into her ass, where he takes his pleasure, seemingly without a thought for hers. She puts up a fight as best she can, moaning with pleasure through gritted teeth, as though the very fact we can make her feel good is something twisted and terrible. I expect her to say the safeword, but she never does.

When Kylian’s finished, he cleans himself up and heads for the door, telling Nate and I to follow in a tone that lets us know he isn’t open to objections.

As we leave, Honor is sitting on the edge of the bed, chin held high, staring straight ahead, trying to look unaffected by my brother’s treatment of her.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I tell her, needing her to turn my way.

“Bye, Lyle,” she says, her eyes still on the wall in front of her.

Reluctantly, I follow my brothers into the hall. “What was that all about?” I demand of Kylian as soon as we’re in the elevator.

“What do you mean?” he asks, jabbing the garage button even though we’re already in motion.

“Why do you have to be that way with her?”

My oldest brother looks at me, his expression carefully neutral, as if we’re talking about the weather. “You mean our virgin? I was merely taking from her what we bought and paid for.”

“She’s more than that to us, and you know it.”

“Whatever you may be feeling about her, don’t project it onto me. And I’d like you to remember that this is all a financial agreement. Nothing more.”

He can tell himself that, but I know he doesn’t believe it. I glance at Nate, who merely raises a brow as he steps out behind Kylian.

* * *

Back at Montgomery House, I’m aiming to get some work done before I go to sleep, but Dick-Ass has other plans for our night. Kylian tells Nate and me that he’ll deal with Dad, and we start to head for the stairs when the old man comes out into the hall.

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