My blood thunders around my body as I stumble through the door and pull it closed behind me. Pressing my forehead against the cold steel, I suck in a lungful of air.
What the fuck have I just done?
I convinced my brothers that they should let me deal with Jessie, because I don’t trust them to keep their hands off her, and clearly, I can’t either. Five minutes alone with her and I have my fingers and my cock inside her. And fuck, I wanted to throw her down on that bed and taste her too, and I know she would have let me.
Whatever has happened between us, her body still responds to mine the way it always has. I close my eyes as the memories of all the times I have eaten her sweet cunt overwhelm me. All the times she has moaned my name. The times she told me that she loved me. The times she looked me in the eyes and swore to me she would never leave us. And I believed her.
Liar!
My pulse races and my heart pounds as I try to steady my breathing. Jessica Romanov has a hold over me that I can’t explain. Even though I want to hate her with everything I have, I can’t fucking resist her. Running my tongue over my lower lip, I taste the blood from where she scratched me. Unconsciously, I lift my hand and brush two fingers over the small cut and instantly regret it because I taste her on me and the blood rushes straight back to my cock.
Why won’t you just fucking talk to us, Jessie? Tell us this is all a huge misunderstanding so that I can fucking breathe again.
But she won’t. Because she can’t. She is a liar and a manipulator. And if she won’t talk to me now, then I’m going to have to be a little harder on her.
Pushing myself back from the door, I walk back through the basement to the elevator. Conor is out of town for the night, which gives me the perfect opportunity to test Jessie’s limits a little further, because he would never agree to what I’m about to suggest to the twins.
I find the twins in the kitchen. Mikey is making dinner while Liam sits at the island scrolling through his cell phone. They both glance up as I walk in and I wonder if they can see on my face what just happened downstairs. Or whether they will smell her on me if I get too close.
“How is she?” Liam asks, his eyes narrowed at me as though he knows what I’ve just done.
“Still not talking,” I reply with a shrug as I walk to the refrigerator and take out a bottle of water.
“Shit! Still?” Mikey frowns before glancing at the stove. “Shall I make her some dinner?”
“No!” I say before taking a long drink of water. “If she refuses to talk, then perhaps we’re being too nice?”
“Too nice? She’s locked in a tiny room with nothing but a bed and a crapper. How exactly are we being nice?” Liam snaps.
“She’s getting food and water. She’s been here for two days and I’ve given her plenty of opportunities to talk to me. Perhaps what she needs is a little time to herself?”
“What are you suggesting?” Mikey says.
“Twenty-four hours on her own to think about where she is, what’s she’s done, and how her only way out is to talk to us.”
“With no food or water?” Liam asks.
I shake my head in response.
“Fuck, Shane!” he hisses.
“It’s one day, Liam. She’s got some water down there, and she’s not going to starve.”
“Conor wouldn’t be happy about this,” Mikey says with a low whistle and a flash of his eyebrows.
“Well, Conor’s not here. Besides, last time I checked, I was the one in charge around here.”
‘She’s going to hate us for leaving her like that,” Liam says with a shake of his head.
“She already hates us, kid,” I remind him before I turn back to Mikey. “What time is dinner?”
“Twenty minutes,” he replies.
“Good. I’ll be back in twenty then. I need to take a shower,” I say, not giving them a chance to ask me why. I need to wash her scent off me because it is driving me fucking crazy.
The last thing I want to do is leave Jessie down there all alone. I would much rather bring her up here, tie her to my bed, and keep her there forever. But I don’t trust myself not to fall for her lies again. And if she didn’t get to me, then she would get to one of my brothers instead. Because we are all think with our dicks around her.
I tell myself that, but the truth is so much more devastating. We all gave her our hearts. We gave her everything, and she threw it in our faces. And no matter what excuse she comes up with. What lies she might convince my brothers with, I will never forgive her for it.
