Kings of Decay (The Winston Brothers Duet #1)

29. Willow

Chapter twenty-nine

Willow

I had to say something to Dad. He needed to know that whatever business was going on at the mine, he had to stay out of it. Sketchy or not, he would be in serious danger if he got involved.

"How was work?" Dad asked as I got into the truck.

"Fine," I said.

"Brr," he laughed. "Damn, shut that door. It's getting cold." He twisted the heater knob up to full blast.

I forced a soft chuckle. "Yeah, it is." I paused. "Dad, do you know the roads get snowed out every winter?"

"I figured winter was going to be hard," he said with a shrug, not seeming worried about what I was saying. "But, don't worry, we'll have steady supplies dropped by air. Amka was telling me the other day."

Dad winced. This was the first time he'd said her name so casually when speaking to me.

My gut twisted at the sound of my father’s new girlfriend’s name. "Right."

"You really should try getting to know her, Willow."

I forced down the bile in my throat. I didn't want anything to do with that woman. No one who wasn't Mom deserved Dad's heart. I hated the very thought of it.

"Maybe," I lied.

We were quiet until we pulled into the driveway.

I sighed nervously, tugging at my sweater. "Listen, Dad, I need to talk to you about something serious."

"Okay," he said, his expression growing stony. "What is it?"

My voice faltered as I tried to find the right words. "It's about the mine... and the Winston family?"

Dad tensed, clutching his keys in his hand. "The Winstons."

"Everyone says they're trouble."

"Trouble isn't even the beginning of it," he said. "I'm sure you've heard the same stories as I have. Everyone here talks."

"Well, tonight in the bar, I heard that their family is involved with the mine, and I'm worried that something bad will happen."

"Nothing's going on in the mine," Dad said with a twitch of his nose. That was how I knew he was lying. "Don't worry about me," he added.

"But, Dad," I tried.

"Don't worry," he tried to reassure me in vain. "I wasn't born yesterday. I know those union-busting types. All full of hot air. Believe me, this town needs some positive change, and maybe taking care of the miners is the best way to do it." He gave me a tight-lipped smile before walking towards the house.

"Positive change?" I muttered under my breath. "How can you do that, Dad, when your own daughter is falling apart before your eyes?"

I waited for the hot tears to subside before going into the cabin.

***

"You're ours, little mouse. Don't forget."

“Only we can hurt you.”

Sandwiched between Pearce and Ainsley. That was where I wanted to be. I wanted to be with them. Be wanted. Be desired. Be fearless. Be alive.

They were in my dreams again, just like they were every night since I'd watched them commit murder.

Wow, how fucked up was that?

Thankfully, my subconscious wasn't as judgmental as me.

I wanted them. Ainsley on one side. Pearce, on the other. We were tangled in the blankets while a storm raged outside, snow covering the windows.

Pearce chuckled low in his throat as he kissed me, hot and urgent.

"You don't want to play games anymore, do you?" His question hung in the air, heavy with sexual tension.

I shook my head, fingers slipping from his arm to tug at his shirt. "No." I breathed the word out hoarsely. "I want you. Both of you."

Ainsley's brown eyes glinted with a dangerous edge as he slid his arms around my waist. His teeth grazed against my ear. His hot breath sent chills down my spine.

"Both of us?" Pearce purred.

"Well, that's good; we weren't going to give you a choice, anyway," Ainsley said, cupping my breasts.

How had they got me undressed so easily? I writhed beneath them, one arm pinned above my head by Pearce's massive frame, the other crushed by Ainsley's rock-hard chest, his lips crushing my own. They both started to take off their clothes.

I moaned as their hands touched me, both men running their fingers over my naked body, teasing me and making me practically beg them to fuck me. I wanted them inside me so badly I could taste it.

"Come here, you fucking whore," Pearce growled, his eyes burning with an intensity that made my pussy wetter.

I moved closer, straddling his lap, my legs wrapping around his waist. I let out a moan as I sat down on his cock, stretching my body wide for him.

"How's that, Willow?" He groaned.

I leaned down and bit his neck, whispering, "I said I both of you."

Ainsley cupped my ass, lifting me higher so Pearce could enter me from behind. As he thrust into me, I arched my back and let out a feral moan as he pushed into my puckered hole.

My eyes rolled back as both cocks filled me at the same time.

I was stretched to the maximum. It was uncomfortable at first, but it was quickly replaced with an even more intense pleasure.

"See how perfectly we fit you, Willow?" Pearce said with a feral grin.

A shiver of fear ran down my spine, but the thrill it sent through my core was nothing short of stunning. I was at their mercy, and I loved every terrifying second of it.

"Fuck," Ainsley sighed. "You're so tight."

"Harder!" I begged.

Pearce kissed me, swallowing my whimpers as he picked up the pace. He was so deep, so urgent.

They rammed into me in perfect rhythm. I screamed as another orgasm tore through me like wildfire. My nails dug into Pearce's shoulders as I held on for dear life. I was completely at their mercy. They were both so deep inside me, hitting places I never knew existed, sending me to a whole new level of pleasure. It was intense, unforgiving, and all-consuming, and I never wanted it to stop.

My senses rioted with pleasure, aching for their touch, their heat, their raw passion.

I came to with a gasp, the taste of sweat lingering on my lips, my sheets tangled around my waist. I could still feel their rough hands, callouses grazing against my skin. I reached down, touching myself, until I came. I gasped and writhed in my bed until I was overcome by the flood of emotions - pure, unadulterated pleasure mixed with lingering guilt.

It was obvious I couldn't resist them anymore. I was addicted to their darkness.

It was a fucked up obsession, but it was mine. I wanted them to consume me, to erase every part of myself that ever existed before them. I wanted to drown in their shadows.