Kings of Decay (The Winston Brothers Duet #1)

18. Ainsley

Chapter eighteen

Ainsley

T he vodka took over Willow in record time. Saying she was a lightweight would be an understatement. It was her first drink, after all.

Pearce and I laughed as we dragged her out of the bedroom. The effects of the alcohol compounded with excitement and fear that flashed in Willow's eyes. She tripped several times, but we held on tight. The warmth of her body pressed against mine sent heat waves through me, and for a moment, I let myself revel in the twisted games we had planned for our little mouse.

As we stepped into the crowded living room, one of our oldest friends, Jackson, approached us with a grin. His dad owned a fleet of tourist planes and we only put up with him because he could get us flights easily.

"Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in," he said. "New prey?"

Jackson's grin widened as he took in Willow's state and slutty costume. "Looks like you're up to your old tricks again, I see. Care to share this time?" he asked, watching with greedy eyes as she swayed on her feet.

Pearce put his arm around Willow's waist, steadying her. He was suddenly protective. "Not anymore, Jackson. We have something special in mind for little mouse here." I could see the fire in my brother's eyes as he spoke.

I chuckled. "Yeah, she's a wild one. She's going to be fun to tame."

Jackson raised an eyebrow. "A fighter, huh? I like a good challenge. You sure you mind if I play with her, too?" He tried to push himself closer.

"We already said she's claimed," I hissed. Why did I care so much?

My brother and I were the only men who deserved her.

Jackson pouted but shrugged it off, swigging directly from a bottle of Moet. His eyes scanned the array of other women — all of them had surely been stuffed with his dick before — and settled on a redhead.

I turned my attention back to Willow.

Through the vodka haze, her hatred for me was still burning strong. She gave me a steely glare, her eyes flashing with determination before stumbling. Her dark hair was disheveled, and her makeup was smeared, but there was a stolen beauty about her.

I wanted to push her hair out of her face, run my fingers through it, and kiss her until she melted in my arms. But I wasn't ready to claim her quite yet.

The waiting game was just as fun as the prize.

"Why don't we play a game?" I said as people pushed and danced around us. I pushed my dark hair back from my face and leaned in. We both smelled like vodka.

"What game?" Willow said, her eyes glassy.

I pressed my lips together, imagining what it would be like to kiss her. "Truth or dare?"

Pearce chuckled. "Truth or dare? You pick first."

Willow shook her head. Her eyes were clouding over with the alcohol, and I could see confusion creeping in. She was slowly losing her fight.

"Okay, truth then," she said reluctantly.

"Alright, what is something you've always wanted to do but never have?" I asked.

Willow's gaze went distant for a moment, and I could see her mind working.

"I want to leave," she said quietly.

I froze. It was a simple answer, but it struck a nerve.

Her obvious desire to run away from this town, from me and my brother, made me pissed.

"You want to leave?" I repeated, the words tasting heavy on my tongue.

Willow nodded slowly. "Yes. But I can't. Nobody would believe me if I told them what you two did."

"You're fucking right," I growled, pulling her closer to me, letting her feel my hard cock pressed against her side. "No one says no to us. No one dares cross the Winston Brothers." I felt Willow's body stiffen against me as I spoke. I gave her a wicked grin, a twitch in my eye as I turned so we were facing the crowded party.

"My turn," I said.

"Truth or dare," my brother said.

"Dare." I spat out the word before he could even finish.

"Finish this bottle," Pearce held up the vodka.

"Easy," I scoffed and drank deeply until the clear liquid splashed down my chest.

"Your turn again, little mouse," Pearce said.

"No," she slurred. "It's your turn."

"We're a package deal," I said. "Your turn."

"Truth or dare?"