Kings of Decay (The Winston Brothers Duet #1)

17. Pearce

Chapter seventeen

Pearce

I f looks could kill, Willow would have murdered my brother and me instantly.

Ainsley drove us to our family cabin, where a party was already in full swing. All of the richest kids from Anchorage, Juneau, and Fairbanks were here. Which, in any other state, would seem like a lot, but there were only two dozen of us. For a cabin of this size, it was still packed.

It was a tradition that we'd upheld since we were sixteen. Devil's Night in Grayling Pass meant one thing: a wild Halloween party at the cabin.

Our family had built the retreat in the early 2000s. It was far enough from the town that we had privacy, built on our vast expanse of land, which sat on the edge of the dense Alaskan forest.

It was one of the few days of the year I looked forward to. Everyone did.

The cabin was enormous, with a high-beamed ceiling and stone fireplaces. It overlooked a small lake that froze over and became covered with snow in early November. The large deck gave spectacular views of the sunrise.

"Here we are, Willow," I said. Her name tasted sweet in my mouth.

The girl just glared at me through her long, curly hair. "Fuck. You."

It was a good thing that I loved a challenge. I smirked and leaned in. "I think we both know that you don't want that," I whispered into her ear. She shivered at my nearness, but I didn't miss the slight catch in her breath. I pulled back. "But if you insist, I won't stop you from trying."

Ainsley snorted next to me, and I shot him a dirty look.

I kicked open the door and pulled Willow out with me, keeping a tight grip on her wrist.

"Looks like the party has hit its peak already," Ainsley said, his hands in his pockets.

The cabin was practically vibrating with heavy bass. Music pulsed through the thick walls, and its rhythm echoed in our chests as we led Willow inside.

The inside of the cabin was dimly lit, but I could still make out a few faces in the sea of dancers, some turned in sensual pairs, their bodies moving together in unison. Others were standing off to the side, nursing drinks or engrossed in endless conversations with their friends.

Willow's breathing hitched as she looked around the room. Eventually, her gaze settled on me. "Why bother bringing me here?" she asked, high-pitched and accusatory. "There's plenty of hot girls."

"Already used and discarded, little mouse," I said. "You're... fresh."

I didn't miss her shudder.

"Come on, let's get you in something more fitting of a Halloween party," Ainsley snapped his fingers at a blonde girl that I fucked last year. I couldn't remember her name, but her daddy made his money in oil and gold. She was a little too blonde, a little too eager to please. I'd had my fun with her, but I was done with her now.

"You, go get Willow a costume," Ainsley ordered her. "And get her something to drink while you're at it."

The blonde nodded and scurried off to do Ainsley's bidding, clearly used to obeying him.

Willow tried to escape our grip as we led her to a nearby bedroom. "Please," she whispered.

We needed to get her out of those dull and unflattering clothes.

"Strip down," I ordered.

Willow glared at me.

I pulled the knife from my belt. "Take those ugly-ass clothes off. Now."

Flash feared across her face. With shaking hands, she pulled off her pants and long-sleeved shirt.

My cock stiffened against my black jeans. She was wearing a cute pair of polka-dot panties and a matching bra. I rumbled low in my throat as I pulled her close, moving my hands across her tanned skin. "Did you wear that for us?"

"Fuck off," she hissed. Her face was burning with shame. "You're fucking sick."

There was a knock at the door, which Ainsley opened.

The blonde, whose name I finally remembered as Lila, handed Willow a slinky cat costume with a plunging neckline and a fluffy tail.

Willow shook her head, refusing to take it. "I'm not wearing that," she said stubbornly.

"Fine," I said, amusement tugging at the corners of my mouth. "Then you can be naked."

"No!" Willow gasped and grabbed the costume from Lila. "I'll wear your stupid costume." She quickly put it on with her back turned towards us. She looked perfect in the slutty cat costume. It showed off every curvy of her body and pushed her tits together so tight they threatened to spill out. The short hem barely covered her ass.

I could sense Ainsley becoming aroused, and it was evident that he was impressed by her attitude. The blood was surging through me, too. We may not have been blood brothers, but our dark tendencies were the same.

"Well, darling, you're in for a treat." Ainsley grinned wickedly. "We have a special tradition for this night. It's a little game we play." Ainsley explained with a sly smile. "But first, let's get you something to drink."

"I don't drink," Willow said.

"You're in our house now, Willow. You'll drink when we say so," I said as I grabbed a bottle of vodka from the bedside table. Someone must have forgotten it in here during the party, but it was still half full.

I opened the bottle and took a swig, wincing at the taste of cheap liquor. It burned all the way down before I handed it to Willow.

"Drink up, little mouse. Or do you want to be punished?" Ainsley asked as he hovered over her. One corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk as she slowly raised the bottle to her lips.

Willow winced as she took a tiny sip.

"More," I said. "Take a good gulp."

A tear rolled down her cheek as she forced down the cheap vodka.

With every sip she took, Ainsley's smile grew more wicked as he moved closer to her. She brought the bottle to her lips once more, and I watched as her long lashes fluttered down and her face screwed up with each swallow. I was mesmerized by the sight of her, fighting back her tears as she tried to keep up with our demands.

The blond girl, Lila, was still standing there.

"What do you want?" I snapped. "Leave us alone."

She squeaked and ran out, closing the door behind her.

"So, should we go introduce her to our friends?" I asked my brother.

He shrugged, his eyes thoughtful as he watched her. "It could be fun. Although, a private party might be more fun."

I couldn't help but agree. I felt my cock stirring in my pants as I watched her down the bottle, her throat working as she swallowed. I wanted nothing more than to rip that ridiculous costume off of her and bury myself deep inside of her. But I had to be patient.

"Alright, let's go introduce her," I said, grabbing the bottle from her shaking hands.

"Please," she begged, her words already slurring.

"The night is just beginning, Willow," I said.