Chapter thirty-six
Willow
A lone. Helpless. Useless.
These words swirled around in my head as the brothers closed in on me.
"No!" I screamed, the sound raw and desperate. I didn't want to feel this way. I didn't want to be a victim. I didn't want to be their prisoner.
Ainsley moved closer to me. "You'll change your mind, little mouse."
I flinched, stumbling as the hard wall of muscle, Pearce, behind me disappeared. I wobbled, but Ainsley grabbed my hand.
Pearce left and came back with a gift-wrapped box. "This is for you."
I curled my lips in disgust, crossed my arms, and refused to even look at it. "Are you serious?"
"Yes," he deadpanned. "It's not a bomb. I just want you to open it."
I stared at him in horror, unable to comprehend his request. "You're kidding, right?"
He gestured to the box with his free hand. "Go on, Willow."
I hesitated for a moment before taking the box from him and carefully removing the gift wrap. Inside, I found a lingerie set, leather and lace, hard and soft. It looked incredibly expensive.
"Are you serious?"
Pearce must misread the look on my face because he chuckled softly. "Go on," he urged, his voice gentle. "Wear it for us."
My hands shook as I held the box to my chest. My gaze flicked down to the hunting knife of Pearce's belt. He'd killed countless times before. Nothing would stop him from doing it again if I refused. I gulped, realizing that I only had two choices: to fight and risk death or submit and pray for survival. I made my decision. I slowly pushed back the tissue paper and pulled out the outfit, trying not to tremble as I set the box on the table.
“Put it on,” Ainsley ordered.
I shuddered in disgust but complied, knowing that fighting would only lead to worse consequences. "Where's the bathroom?"
"Change here, in front of us. It won't be the first time," Pearce said.
I shivered at the hazy memory of the Halloween party.
Slowly, I pulled my UCLA sweater over my head. My breasts bounced free because I hadn't been wearing a bra when they kidnapped me.
Pearce's eyes locked on them, his gaze unapologetically hungry, turning the air in my lungs from cold to hot and back again.
I scowled and bit my lip, silently urging myself not to cry as I wriggled out of my clothes.
The brothers watched as I undressed, their hunger turning my fear into something raw and heavy between my thighs. I clenched them together, trying to quash the feeling as I stepped into the lacy lingerie.
The lace was soft, and the leather was cold against my skin. I looked up to meet Ainsley's gaze. His eyes were filled with desire that made me uncomfortable.
I hated myself for even considering their demands, but they had me cornered. I felt completely helpless and at their mercy.
My nipples pebbled in response to the cold air.
"Fuck, Willow, you're so beautiful," Pearce said.
My face burned with shame. I stood stiffly with my legs together and my arms at my sides. What were they going to do now? Even the worst things my mind could imagine wouldn't come close to what those demons had in mind.
I was terrified, but at the same time, my body was betraying me.
"Come here, little mouse," Ainsley growled, his voice low and deep.
I walked towards him, my heart racing like wildfire. I could feel his eyes on me, piercing through me, and I shivered at the thought of what they'd do to me. They'd use me like a cheap toy and throw me away when they were done.
I was trapped, and I could feel the icy grip of fear clawing its way up my throat.
"That's better," Pearce smiled, his eyes roving over my body. I wanted to shrink away from his gaze, but I stood frozen in place.
Ainsley stepped closer to me, his thumb brushing across my bottom lip. "Open your mouth." He demanded.
My stomach lurched with anxiety, but I reluctantly obeyed, my heart hammering in my chest.
Ainsley slipped his thumb between my lips, and I could taste the salt of his skin.
"Wider," he urged, pushing further, and I whimpered as he explored my mouth with the tip of his finger.
Pearce came closer, the heat from his body enveloping me, and I shuddered with fear, my body on high alert as they surrounded me.
I was so ashamed at how my body was reacting to this, the way my nipples hardened under his gaze, the way a small whimper escaped my lips.
"God, I want you," Pearce groaned, stepping closer to me, his hands grasping my hips and pulling me against him.
I could feel his arousal pressing against me through his jeans, and I bit back a sob, knowing that trying to stop this would only make things worse for me.
Ainsley stepped forward and brushed my hair back from my face, his thumb trailing along my jawline. He leaned in and kissed me, his tongue delving deep into my mouth like an invasion.
I moaned, unable to stop myself from responding, even though a part of me wanted to fight.
Pearce's hands were exploring my body too, cradling my ass, rubbing against the leather of my new lingerie. I whimpered as I felt his fingers slip inside the thin material of my thong, finding my slick entrance.
"Oh God, you're so wet," he growled in my ear.
Ainsley chuckled. "She's wet? Already? What a naughty girl. I thought you didn't want us?"
My face burned. "I don't." That was a lie. I wanted it to be the truth, but I just couldn't fight my attraction to these monsters.
Pearce squeezed my breast. "I think you're a liar."
I held in a moan.
"If she doesn't want us, we can find other things for her to do," Ainsley said with a dark flash in his eyes. "We have nothing but time."
"But I don't want to wait," Pearce almost begged. His cock was rock-hard in his pants, begging for touch.
"Chill," Ainsley growled.
Pearce pulled his fingers from my dripping core and licked the glistening wetness. "Mmm," he moaned.
"What do you want?" I whispered.
"We're going to be play house," Ainsley said. "We'll be the daddies, and you be the mommy."
I cringed, unable to fight back as he pulled me toward the kitchen. It was too fancy for a cabin in the middle of the woods, but these guys were rich so I guessed they got whatever they wanted.
"Make us breakfast."
"Breakfast?"
Ainsley nodded to the window, where the first light of dawn was shining through the thick line of trees.
"Ok." I had no choice but to comply.
The brothers watched me from the marble island as I moved around the kitchen in lingerie, making them bacon and eggs. Their fridge was well stocked, as well as the pantry. They were planning on us being in here for a while.
Two pairs of eyes burned into me as I worked. It was hard to cook with hands that wouldn't stop shaking, but I managed.
Soon, I'd made eggs, bacon, toast, and coffee for them. It was a hearty breakfast, the kind my mother used to make for us all on the weekend. I kept my eyes down as I set their plates in front of them.
"Good girl," Ainsley purred, running his thumb along my cheek.
"She's hot, and she can cook," Pearce nodded with approval.
"I'm gonna enjoy this."
I blushed and looked down, unable to meet their eyes. I barely had the strength to make breakfast, let alone to consider the implications of what was happening. My mind was a whirlwind of panic and anxiety.
Pearce grabbed my hand and tugged me toward him. "Sit down, little mouse, and eat with us."
We sat at the table together, surrounded by a giant feast.
I squeezed my legs together again, trying to fight back the feelings his touch elicited. I took a deep breath and sat across from him, trying to force myself to eat.
The smell of the food turned my stomach, but I forced myself to take a small bite of scrambled eggs, biting back a gag as the taste filled my mouth.
"What's wrong, little mouse?" Ainsley asked, his voice dripping with false concern, but I knew his dark side would come out soon. He was like a ticking time bomb.
"I'm not hungry." It was the truth, but I knew at least one of them would find entertainment in forcing me to eat, so I forced myself to
With another deep breath, I lifted the fork to my mouth and ate, trying to act as normally as possible.
"Pass me the toast, little mouse," Pearce growled, his voice rough with hunger.
I passed the toast.
We ate in silence, and for a moment, it felt like we were really a family. A twisted one, but still.
Their eyes never left mine as they savored their food, their hands gripping their utensils like they were weapons.
I could see the tension in their shoulders, the hungry lust in their eyes, and I knew that they were far from finished with me.
As Ainsley finished his meal, he pushed his plate aside and grabbed my chin with his strong hand, tilting my head back to expose my throat. He kissed me. "You taste delicious, little mouse," he purred in my ear. "I can't wait to get my fill of you."
My heart raced as I swallowed nervously, feelings of fear and desire battling for control in my fucked-up head.
I couldn't deny how my body reacted to them, but I couldn't accept it either. I couldn't accept the fact that I was attracted to these monsters who had kidnapped me and forced me to do their bidding.
Pearce finished his coffee, his other hand under the table, stroking my leg.
Ainsley trailed his fingers down my throat, sending shivers down my spine. He leaned in, pressing his lips to my ear, and whispered, "I'm going to make you feel so good, little mouse. You don't need to be afraid of us if you do what we say."