Bought by the Billionaire Brothers 5(3)

     



 

"Strip for me, Penny."

Penny squeezed her eyes shut at the recollection of Dillon's bold  instruction but she could still see the burn in his gaze that heated her  insides with one smoldering glance. Her thighs trembled in memory, her  core melted and ran with sweet liquid, and she knew that if Dillon were  to show up this very second, she'd shamefully allow him to fuck her  again and again. God, when did she become so weak? She'd never known  what she'd been missing back in the days when she'd been the forgotten,  chubby accountant at Buchanan Enterprises because she could count the  number of dates she'd been asked out on with her hand. Her papa had  warned her to guard her treasure - well, she'd guarded it so well, men  had stopped looking. Until the Buchanan brothers that is.

She sighed. Dillon wasn't coming back to her. Was it possible to go back  to the way it was with the twins? They'd forgiven her but would there  always be this terrible thing between them? Squatting like a fat, ugly  toad making its presence known with a guttural croak each time they  tried to forget and move on? Could they truly forgive her for allowing  their hated older brother not only get inside her body, but her head?

And heart.

Penny groaned and pushed herself away from the table and those gorgeous  roses that she didn't deserve. She didn't know what to think any more  and she didn't want to feel either. She wanted to drift into a black sea  of nothingness and remain there until Dillon Buchanan was a distant  memory.

If only that were possible.



"Dillon? Did you hear what I just said?"

Dillon's attention snapped to the lawyer he'd hired to set his affairs  back to rights after his brothers had tried to wipe him from his  granddad's will and forced himself to get back to the business at hand.  He'd been thinking of Penny again and how he wished he'd handled things a  little differently, possibly less hurtful to her. The point had been to  screw with his brothers, not necessarily hurt Penny. Once he'd fucked  her, he'd accomplished his objective but he hadn't really considered the  collateral damage.

He kept seeing her stricken expression replaying over and over in his  mind. He'd give anything to blot out the image so he could get some damn  sleep again.

"Yeah, sounds good," Dillon said with a mild nod, more interested in  catching a glimpse of Penny than he was of the dry legalese his lawyer  was spitting out. "Thanks."

The lawyer, a spindly man with a balding pate and a dour expression that  rarely changed, looked with distaste at Dillon's obvious disinterest in  whatever he had to say in spite of his diligent work and collected his  paperwork. "The original will and trust will be reinstated as soon as  the paperwork clears the state offices. Congratulations, Mr. Buchanan.  You are once again a wealthy man." He closed his briefcase with a  resounding click and followed with a brief smile.

Dillon cut him a short glance. "I was already a wealthy man. This was not about money; it was the principle."

"Of course." He sniffed. "My office will send the closing bill. Good day, Mr. Buchanan. Pleasure doing business with you."

Dillon watched him leave and returned his attention out the wide glass  window, wondering where Penny was and what she was doing. He already  knew she hadn't been at the office - those twin brothers of his probably  had her holed up in the apartment while they fretted and fumed about  the situation - and it occurred to him that he might pay her a visit if  he wasn't sure she wouldn't lob a candlestick or some other heavy object  straight at his head.

God, he'd sure as hell deserved far worse.

He stared for a long moment without seeing any of the glorious view of  the city below and he wondered how things might've been different if he  hadn't set the wheels of today's situation in motion all those years  ago. He was a different man than the hot-headed young man he'd been but  it seemed not by much if one were to judge by his current snit.

He was angry with the twins - no, angry was too gentle of a word, he'd  been furious - but it wasn't only that they'd tried to underhandedly  wrench the last tie he had to the Buchanan legacy, it was that they  hadn't even considered picking up the damn phone and talking to him  first. They'd taken the pussy way out and tried to muscle a senile old  man into doing their dirty work for them. For that alone, they deserved a  swift kick in the ass but their comeuppance was long overdue for what  they'd done to Isabel.

Vince and Nolan deserved to have their names sullied, their financial  future wiped out, and their status downgraded but if they deserved such  punishment, he did, too.         

     



 

Every single day he served penance for what he'd done to Isabel. How were the twins paying their due?

Dillon swiveled away from the window and dropped the file the lawyer had  left behind in the drawer beside him and for the first time felt  uncertain as to what his next move should be.

The next phase of his plan was ready. He had the power to destroy his  brothers but whereas before he'd been single-mindedly focused on his  goal, now he found himself hesitating. It was all Penny's fault. Before  she came along, he would've had no trouble following through with his  agenda.

Before Penny, nothing could've shaken his focus.

A long exhale escaped his chest as he gave into the memory of losing  himself in her plump, soft body. Penny embodied feminine grace with her  rounded curves and billowing breasts, though she didn't have an ounce of  self-awareness, which only sweetened that vulnerable part about her  that he seemed to have caught a vicious craving for. He could very well  lose his mind replaying every touch of her fingertips or slide of her  mouth; every sigh and moan that slipped from her parted lips as he  pleasured her until she cried and quaked beneath him. He'd never been so  consumed by one person and the feeling alternately frightened the shit  out of him and drove him to do something reckless - such as try and see  her.

Step away from the crazy juice, he warned himself. Seeing Penny was the  worst thing he could do and he was clearly off his game for even  allowing the thought to cross his mental threshold.

The world was filled with pretty, curvy women - hell, he could spend  some time in Brazil and find a handful of women to bury himself in who  were nothing but tits and ass - he didn't need to obsess on the one  woman whom was the worst fit for him.

He scoffed at the idea of inserting Penny into his world. What a  nightmare that would be. He wasn't the kind of man who believed in  commitment and Penny, in spite of her cockamamie agreement with his  brothers, wanted a man to love her and only her. Plus, he traveled in  debauched circles that would likely curl her sweet hair into knots. The  parties, the orgies … he couldn't even imagine exposing Penny to such a  filthy lifestyle. She deserved better. That was the bottom line and it  didn't matter how he danced around it or tried to turn it into something  that it wasn't … the fact remain clear: Penny deserved more than being  relegated to someone's fuck buddy.

She deserved far more than any of the Buchanan brothers could provide.

At least he knew that.

If only he could convince his brothers to turn her loose.

And if by some miracle they agreed … would she want to leave?



Penny tried not to fidget but her nerves had gotten the best of her. The  twins had requested her presence at the main house - the last time  she'd been there, her life had been irrevocably changed. Some might  argue, not for the best - and the butterflies in her stomach were  presently doing aerials and loop-de-loos, which made being still  difficult.

Vince and Nolan appeared looking devastatingly handsome as always in  their casual yet finely-tailored clothing and Penny was struck by how  alike all three brothers were in looks yet vastly different in  temperament. She had no idea what to expect but as both welcomed her  with warm, adoring smiles, she swallowed and allowed a tremulous smile  in return. "You wanted to see me?" she asked, twisting her fingers  behind her back until Nolan gently pulled her toward them.

"Penny, the last few days have been a nightmare for everyone. We thought  in order to start fresh we need to wipe the slate clean and how better  to do that than where it all began?" Vince grinned and his gaze flicked  to the ornate carpet of the library and her cheeks colored at the memory  of what had happened there. Nolan drew her clasped hands to his lips  and pressed a sweet kiss on the tops, smiling sensually. "One of our  most treasured memories is when we accepted the gift of your body - and  your virginity - to us right here in this room. Although some might try  to convince you otherwise, what happened between us wasn't some tawdry  exchange; it was beautiful. Our brother, Dillon, has made you believe  that we're monsters who only use people for their own purpose but Penny,  ask yourself this … have we ever made you feel less than anything but a  treasure? We have gladly lavished you with the finest things and if  there's anything you want, you have but to ask and we'd happily procure  it for you. All we ask in return is your loyalty."