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“The one where the English people make cakes?” I ask, turning my head to look at Vik.
“Yes, it’s the greatest, we binge watched the first four seasons back to back, I’ve never been so hungry in my life.” Vik laughs playfully.
Lev walks slowly into the closet, then comes out wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt.
“Get in, bro, it’s about to start,” Vik says, curling in behind me, his arm draped around my waist.
Lev doesn’t speak, but he climbs onto the huge bed and settles himself on the edge. While the rest of us watch crazy British people fail to make beautiful cakes, Lev watches me, his gaze burning into my skin.
Despite the new comradery I’ve discovered with two of my captors, I know I shouldn’t relax around these men. They’re dangerous, crazy, and obsessive, and my body and mind should be on high alert, like I’m in constant danger. But I can’t help the way they disarm me and lull me into a false sense of security.
With my head resting on Dimi’s chest, Vik’s warmth curled up behind me, and Lev’s constant gaze fixed on me, I fall asleep surrounded by villains, and oddly at peace.
CHAPTER 24
lev
As I sit on the edge of the enormous bed Dimi had specially made for us all to share, I can’t look away from Alabama, fast asleep and curled between my brothers. I want to be the one she’s sleeping on. I want to be the one spooning her from behind, her firm, perfect ass nestled against my dick.
When they all came downstairs, sex rumpled and stinking of depravity and sin, I hadn’t intended to say anything, but jealousy got the better of me. I hate that she seems to be falling for my brothers, when all I get from her is anger and reproach.
No matter how well intentioned I try to be, every time I open my mouth, bitter envy spews out, and instead of endearing myself to her, I just make her hate for me a little thicker.
Before we decided to take her, I was the only one who wanted to get to know her in her world. I wanted to give her a chance to want to come with us, because she was choosing us. But the others overruled me.
Normally, I’m the voice of reason when Dimi gets too obsessed and Vik gets too thoughtless. I’m the nice one—or as nice as a ruthless, murdering criminal can be.
But instead of showing her that side of me, I can’t seem to stop being a fucking asshole. I’m the one who’s tried my hardest to make things easier for her, and yet I’m the one who’s hurting her the most.
After lunch when we’d come upstairs to get into our swimwear, I’d had a whole afternoon of fun, flirty bonding planned. But instead of getting to spend one on one time with her, I’d seen her disgust at the closet full of clothes I’d picked out for her, gotten angry and said things I shouldn’t have said.
Then when they’d come to dinner freshly fucked and half naked, instead of staying quiet and watching Vik put her on display for me, I’d opened my stupid mouth and basically called her a whore. What the hell is wrong with me? She’s not a whore. She’s the furthest thing from a whore, but I made her feel bad for wanting my brothers, and now I’m suffering the consequences.
Watching Vik push his dick into her earlier, and knowing I wasn’t welcome to touch her or join in was torture. I agreed to share her with my brothers, I agreed that she would be ours. Mine, Dimi’s, and Vik’s, but now that she’s here, I hate that she chose to sleep in Dimi’s room. I hate that she let Vik spank her and then feed her from his fingers. I hate that she wants them and not me.
The TV is still playing, but I don’t care about cakes or bread or whatever the theme is in the episode that’s on. All I care about is her. Her lips are parted slightly, her soft breaths too quiet to be audible, but strong enough to ruffle a strand of hair that’s fallen over her cheek. She looks different like this. Relaxed in a way I’m not sure I’ve ever seen her before. Not once in the whole time I’ve been watching her.
Is it the sex?
She hasn’t had a boyfriend or even gone on a date in the last year, although I’ve watched her pleasure herself many times through the cameras we hid in her bedroom. Maybe she’s not sleeping and she’s actually passed out. From what Dimi and Vik said, they fucked her three times before they came down to dinner, and then Vik took her again while he was punishing me by making me watch.
They need to be careful not to hurt her. If the last year is anything to go by, she’s definitely not used to keeping up with their level of sex drive. My fingers twitch to reach over and brush the hair off her face. I want her so much. I’ve wanted her since she was far too young to touch, but now that she’s here, so close to being mine, but still so far away, I’m desperate for her. I suppose we’re all desperate. The others haven’t even looked at another woman in over a year and it’s been years for me, not since the very first time we laid eyes on her.
“You hurt her today,” Vik whispers.
Nodding, I force myself to lift my gaze, and look away from her. “I know.”
“Don’t push her away just because she’s not acting the way you think she should. That’s not fair to her. I know you’ve created this idea in your head of who she is, and how you thought she’d react to all this. But watching someone and actually knowing them is different, and she’s showing us that. If you roll with the punches and take her for who she is, and not who you expected her to be, she’ll forgive you for today. If you keep trying to force her into the tiny Ali-shaped box you’ve made for her, then she’ll just keep pushing you away.”
I hate it when he’s right. Most of the time, his insight into other people is as deep as a puddle. But considering she hated him his morning and was fucking him this afternoon, his insight might actually be accurate and well considered.
“What if she never wants me,” I whisper, hating how much of a pussy I sound for even uttering the words out loud.
“She will. We’ll make her. She’s ours, all of ours, but just stop staying dumb hurtful shit to her and take your punishment like a man.”
“I watched you fuck her while my dick was hard as steel and my balls were as blue as a fucking smurf. I took my punishment.”
“Oh, that was only the first part. You’re going to watch us fuck her over and over until you make her forgive you,” Vik says, a smug smile etched across his face.
