Bought by the Billionaire Brothers 5(5)

"Gladly," Nolan said, throwing her legs over his shoulder and staring  down at her with such wicked intent that she became instantly wet and  ready. He licked his thumb and began to rub her clit in slow, decadent  circles as he built the pressure again. "I love watching your face flush  as you get close to your release," he said, almost conversationally,  except for the urgent press of his cock against her hot folds as he  readied her for his penetration. Penny thrashed beneath his touch,  desperate to shatter into a million pieces. Sweat dampened her hairline  and her hands became clammy as she approached the promised land of sweet  release. Nolan pushed himself deep inside, burying his cock to the  balls into her heated core just as Vince pushed something inside her  behind. She cried out as the sensation of being double penetrated nearly  made her buck like a wild mustang being ridden for the first time. She  cried out as she tumbled headlong into an abyss of wonder as her body  clenched and released in the most intense contraction, sending her  spinning into the ether with nothing to hold onto. Dimly, she heard  Nolan utter a hoarse cry as he collapsed, his seed dribbling from her  channel as they took long, rasping breaths to recover. Vince eased the  plug from her behind and she covered her face, more than mortified at  how wanton she'd been but she was exhausted, not only physically but  emotionally as well. She was wrung out and twisted on the insides from  everything that had happened in the last two weeks that she didn't know  if she'd ever be the same. Vince's tender smile nearly broke the wall  she had built to hold back her tears but she held it together by the  thinnest margin. "You never disappoint," he said to her as he helped her  to a sitting position while Nolan handed her a blanket. "Tell me,  sweetness, what do you desire? You deserve a treat. A diamond? A new  car?" he asked, throwing out ideas with a grin but even as his  generosity seemed sweet on the surface, his offer sent a discordant tone  ringing through her body. Whores were rewarded for sexual favors. She  didn't want to be a whore. She wanted … she wanted an illusion - something  that simply didn't exist. Get with the program, Penny. She'd signed on  the dotted line. It is what it is. She forced a shy smile even though  she was choking inside and Vince rewarded her with a smacking kiss on  the lips. "Jewelry it is," he announced as he bounded from the sofa with  a self-satisfied expression. Only Nolan seemed to notice that she  wasn't truly smiling on the inside.         

     



 

"You are an amazing person, Penny," Nolan said, pushing a strand of hair  from her eyes. He remained naked, his softening cock still dripping  tiny drops of fluid from the tip onto the expensive chaise, and Penny  felt compelled to avert her eyes. Perhaps she was a total ninny but  somehow she felt even dirtier sitting with nothing but a blanket between  them after what they'd just done.

"I need a shower," she said quickly rising.

"I like the smell of us on you," Nolan said, reaching for her but she  moved out of reach with a short smile and Nolan sighed. "All right. You  go shower and we'll see about food. It's going to be a long night and  you're going to need your strength."

Penny ducked a short nod and practically ran from the room clutching the  blanket to her body. Tears blinded her as she locked herself in the  bathroom, her heart beating erratically. What was wrong with her? She  was going completely bananas. The twins were good men. They'd never do  anything to hurt her. Dillon had used her as a pawn in his little game  and she'd been grievously hurt in the process. So why … why on God's green  earth was she feeling sick to her stomach at the thought of spending  another moment in the twins' embrace? She scrambled to turn the shower  on full blast with plenty of heat. She climbed into the marble enclosure  and went straight under the scalding spray. She welcomed the agony as  the hot water sprayed needles of pain across her skin. She gritted her  teeth and remained under the spray, regardless that it was way too hot  for comfort, considering it penance for putting a price on her values  and integrity. Tears stung her eyes and she let them fall as she cried  beneath the water, glad she was alone in her misery at least for the  moment.



"We're losing her," Nolan said, worried when Penny's shower took longer  than necessary and when he went to check on her, found the bathroom door  locked. "Whatever Dillon said to her, changed the way she feels about  us."

"No, she's just shook up over the whole incident. She'll be fine," Vince  said, waving away Nolan's concerns as he was too busy preparing their  plates from the restaurant he'd ordered from. Ordinarily, Jacques didn't  do take-out but they always made a special exception for the Buchanans.  Vince stood back and grinned. "Nothing like gourmet cuisine delivered  right to your door. Where's Penny? How long does it take to rinse off?"  he asked, mildly annoyed that she hadn't returned.

"She locked the door," Nolan said. "I'm telling you, she's changed. It's  going to take more than a few good fucks to get her back on our side."

"You worry too much. After what just happened, that woman will do  whatever we say. Brother, you have a lot to learn about bending a woman  to your will. Sometimes, you're too soft and sweet when they really want  a firm hand on their ass."

"I've never heard any complaints," Nolan said with a scowl. Sometimes  his brother had the sensitivity of an IRS agent bent on auditing an  86-year-old woman for a minor tax infraction. "I think Penny needs to  feel that she's more than just an expensive fuck toy. She needs to feel  loved."

At the mention of the word "love" Vince stilled and Nolan knew exactly  where his thoughts had veered. "Penny is nothing like Isabel," Vince  said. "She's stronger, more stable."

"We said we wouldn't make the same mistakes but I think maybe we are."

"What do you mean?"

Nolan sighed and leaned his head back against the plush cushion of the  sofa. "Hell, I don't know, I just feel we're screwing something up.  Maybe this was a terrible idea; not for us but for Penny. She's a good  girl. Sweet and fragile. That's the part that reminds me of Isabel."

"So what do you suggest?"

"We need to be more gentle with her. We went way too fast this time."

"I couldn't help myself," Vince said regretfully, agreeing with Nolan.  "There's just something about her that drives me wild. I don't want to  lose her."

"Me either. We need to get Dillon out of her head."

"His dick must spurt magic rainbows or some kind of charmed shit because  he's like the pied piper of seducing women," Vince grumbled. "I'm so  sick and tired of being in Dillon's shadow. What's he got that we  don't?"

Nolan quieted as a different memory returned to him, one that he knew Vince tried hard to forget.

"Let us take care of you," Vince's voice echoed from the past as they  held Isabel's hand while she cried. "You don't need Dillon. We'll be  there for you."         

     



 

"I don't understand," Isabel said, sniffling into the tissue Nolan had  handed her. "He looked at me as if he hated me. I don't understand what I  said wrong."

"You didn't do anything wrong," Vince was quick to assure her, resting  his hand gently on her shoulder. "It's all Dillon's fault. He's a jerk  and it's about time he realize that he can't treat people like garbage.  You are a treasure. If you were our girl … we'd never let you go."

Isabel stared with red-rimmed eyes and asked with a soft hiccup, "What  do you mean?" She looked to both brothers in confusion as she awaited  their answer.

If Nolan had known then how things would unfold, he would've forced  Vince from the track he was traveling. He'd been so obsessed with having  Isabel but Vince hadn't realized what wheels they were about to set in  motion when they'd begun working on Isabel.

Vince clasped Isabel's hand and drew her close, brushing his lips across  her hand as he looked at her in earnest, saying, "You deserve better  than Dillon. You deserve the finest life has to offer. We could give you  that. Our father has cut Dillon off. He can't provide for you now, and  honestly, I'm not even sure he wouldn't grow tired of you within a year.  We would give you the moon and treat you like a princess … "

"But Dillon-"

"Dillon is gone," Vince had cut in. "But we're not going anywhere."

Looking back, Nolan couldn't help but wonder if Isabel had known she was  pregnant and was desperately hoping to convince one of them to care for  her child and give it the Buchanan name but seeing as she took her own  life before sharing the news, Nolan could only wonder. Either way, they  should've known not to push Isabel when she'd been so vulnerable but  Vince had been unwilling to listen.