Kings of Decay (The Winston Brothers Duet #1)

34. Pearce

Chapter thirty-four

Pearce

T hat dumb girl had tried so hard to fight us off. In the end, she was tied up in the back of the Jeep, helpless. Just how I wanted her. Writhing and fighting, absolutely powerless. I smirked down at her, the sight of her struggles making my dick harden in my pants.

Willow thrashed around, her dark curls wild in her eyes as she tried to crawl away from us. I let her scramble around the back seat for a moment before I leaned down and grabbed her ankle, easily dragging her back into my arms.

"Stop fighting us." I hissed into her ear.

"Just give up and make this easier for all of us."

She whimpered, her body stiffening. "Please," she begged. "Don't do this."

I gritted my teeth, trying to ignore the overwhelming smell of her fear. I wanted to take her right then and there, but I knew that it'd be faster if we just brought her back to the cabin.

I moved behind her and wrapped my arm around her neck, tight enough that she gasped for air. I held her against my body as Ainsley drove off.

My eyes met his in the rearview mirror. "You sure did a number on my brother's face," I said. "Scratched him really good."

Ainsley scowled. "Don't worry, she'll pay for that."

I grinned as Willow pushed against me. "Oh, fuck, don't do that, Willow. You're just making me want you more." I grinded my cock against her ass.

Willow whimpered around the gag tied around her mouth. Her hazel eyes were wide. Terrified.

"Are you gonna kill me?" She mumbled around the gag.

"No," I breathed, stroking her long curly hair. "Why would we do that."

"Because I know what you did," she whimpered.

"I don't give a shit about what you saw, baby." I kissed her cheek, and she flinched away. "You don't have to be afraid of me, Willow," I said. "I'm not gonna hurt you."

She didn't believe me. I could tell by the skeptical look on her face. "You're lying," she mumbled, her voice shaking.

I smirked and moved my hand up her thigh. She shivered, goosebumps rising on her skin. "No," I said. "I want you."

Fear and disgust flashed in her eyes. She was dressed in fuzzy pajama pants and her UCLA hoodie, but she'd never been more sexy to me.

"Hands to yourself until we get to the cabin," Ainsley warned.

"Don't worry, we'll behave," I hissed. "Won't we, little mouse?"

A tear rolled down her cheek. "But do tell me, Willow," I said, moving my hand to trace the contour of her face. "Do you know why we did what we did?"

She bit at the rag, drenched with saliva, and I could see the questions swirling in her hazel eyes.

"Because he was going to hurt you," I said, gently running my hand further up her thigh. "And no one touches what's ours."

"I'm not yours," Willow's words were barely understandable through the gag.

"Oh, you will be."