Kings of Decay (The Winston Brothers Duet #1)

38. Willow

Chapter thirty-eight

Willow

I woke up to the sound of wind rattling the windows. I opened my eyes and barely managed to hold in a gasp.

I'd forgotten where I was. I was in the cabin, nestled between Pearce and Ainsley. They were both fast asleep. They looked different when they were sleeping. Handsome, peaceful, almost gentle. Nothing like the monsters who trapped me here. The monsters who'd given me the best orgasm of my life.

I held my breath. They were both asleep. I could escape. This was my chance.

I slowly moved my limbs, untangling myself from their grasp without waking them up. I slid out of the bed, every movement slow, every breath shallow.

My heart beat like a wild drum, drowning the sound of the wind outside. I looked at them one last time, taking in their beauty, their power, and imprinting it in my memory.

I shouldn't be sad. I shouldn't be feeling like this. I scrambled around, throwing my clothes on. It was too cold for just those. Found some extra snow pants in the closet by the door. I threw on the matching ski jacket. It was a bit big on me, but it would have to do. I glanced once more at the still-sleeping figures of Pearce and Ainsley before quietly opening the cabin door and stepping outside into the icy-cold air.

The snowstorm had subsided, but the ground was still covered with a thick blanket of white. I looked around me, scanning my surroundings. The cabin was in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nothing but snow-covered trees and icy mountains.

I wish I had my phone or something to guide me. Thankfully, I could sort of remember the road when my dad took me home after the Halloween party. It was a blur, but I remembered the sun blinding me as it rose. That meant the town was to the east.

I took off running, the oversized boots sinking into the snow with every step.

The cold air stung my lungs, but I didn't let it slow me down. I had to get away from there. From them. I couldn't let myself be drawn in by their charm and charisma again. I couldn't let myself become their plaything.

I ran for what felt like hours, the sun rising higher in the sky as I went. The snow was starting to melt, turning the ground into a slushy mess. I slipped and slid, but I didn't fall. I couldn't afford to stop, not even for a moment.

My legs screamed out in pain because the ski boots were so heavy. The blood pounded in my ears, drowning out the sound of my ragged breathing.

Still, I pressed on, pushing myself harder, faster, further. I couldn't remember if this was the right way, but I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins, urging me forward.

The trees were thicker than ever. The snow was deeper. Where was the road?

I stopped, gasping for air until I tasted blood in my mouth.

For the third time since moving to Alaska, I was alone in the cold. Maybe this time I would die, and I could finally see Mom again.

I let out a choking sob, collapsing onto my knees and sniffling. Hot tears rolled down my cheeks. Snot dripped from my nose. I was a fucking mess. I sunk down in the snow, protected by the oversized ski jacket and pants.

For a moment, I thought about turning around. I thought about going back to the cabin, to Pearce and Ainsley.

My body ached at the thought of being back in their presence. My heart raced at the idea of their rough hands on my skin, making me feel alive and protected. But I knew I couldn't. I couldn't let myself get caught up in the allure of their dominance, the way my body craved their touch and begged for their cock.

How could someone make me feel so safe and so scared at the same time? It was lunacy. I couldn't forget that they would kill me when they got tired of me.

I struggled to my feet.

There was no way I was turning back now. I brushed off the snow from my clothes and pushed the thoughts away. I had to keep moving if I wanted to survive.