Their Virgin Captive(25)

But then…Slade picked her up and carried her down the steps. That felt like affection, just like waking cuddled between them in the big stretch limo.

She pushed the images aside as she strode through the bedroom door. The room beyond was bigger than her apartment, and the bed looked like it was built to sleep a football team. She could only imagine what the brothers had planned to do to her there.

With a little bit of malicious glee, she turned the lock on the door. No way was she letting them in after they’d deceived her.

Now they’d find out what she was capable of.

She’d heard enough of their conversation to realize that Gavin alone thought she possessed a brain capable of independent thought. Slade and Dex…God, did they really think she was that needy? That stupid?

And where did Gavin fit into all of this? He hadn’t touched her, but she could still hear his deep hypnotic voice telling Slade to turn her around so he could see her, still feel her boss’s scorching stare right between her legs after her very first orgasm. And her last with them as well, because there was no way she was letting any of those men near her again.

“Hannah?” There was a tentative knock on the door. “Baby, we need to talk to you. Let us in.”

Slade. That tender voice urged her to trust him. After he had stolen her cell phone and told her he had no idea where it was? No chance. “Go away.”

“We can’t,” Slade said in that cajoling voice. “Hannah, I’m coming in.” She felt a rush of satisfaction as the doorknob moved, but the door stayed closed. They probably didn’t think she was smart enough to lock it. “I don’t want to talk to you.” Because they wouldn’t talk, they would lie. They would tell her whatever it took to get her to open that door. She would fall for their sweet-talk. Then she would be right back where she started—sweet, trusting Hannah letting them lead her into trouble.

Fat chance.

She could see now that they didn’t really want her. They wanted someone submissive, a trusting little toy, and they thought she fit the bill. Despite her virginity, she wasn’t completely naïve. She’d read books, heard the rumors. They were Doms, and they wanted someone pliable who wouldn’t complain when they tied her up, spanked her bottom, and used her in a million delicious ways.

She was not that girl. No matter how much some part of her wanted to be.

“Hannah, you open the door this instant,” Dex demanded.

He was the hard-ass. She’d always known he was the one with the quick temper, but Dex’s flare burned out quickly. Slade, however, would hold a grudge. He’d always try to persuade and cajole first. If that didn’t work, he had no problem using force.

“What part of ‘no’ don’t you understand? Is it the ‘N’ or the ‘O’ that’s confusing?” she asked sweetly.

Seconds later, the door burst open, the finely crafted piece of wood no match for two Doms.

What was left of the door hung on busted hinges. Dex prowled straight in, all caveman. Hannah forced herself to stand her ground. What now?

Slade glared at Dex. “I had a key, you know.”

“You weren’t fast enough.” Dex stalked toward her. “You were going to stand in the hallway and sweet talk her all night.”

Hannah thought about running, but one of them would catch her. Besides, it would likely incite their tempers. She needed to calm them down.

“Naturally. At least your brother has a modicum of civility,” Hannah pointed out.

Slade crossed his arms over his chest and smiled.

“He was wasting time.” Dex took her by the shoulders. “Hannah, you can’t leave. I am willing to sit down and talk this out with you, but you need to understand that I will not allow you to step foot off these grounds.”

“You don’t own me, Dex. I already quit, so you can’t stop me from leaving.”

“Watch me, darlin’.” His arrogance came off him in waves.

“I have to agree with him.” Slade sent her an apologetic but implacable glance.

“And when I call the police?”

Slade smiled and proved he could be just as difficult as his brother. “There are no cops in River Run. There’s a sheriff, but good luck getting him away from his fishing pole. This whole damn town is owned and operated by Black Oak Oil. No one here will help you leave us.” He was dead serious, and Hannah had to shove down her panic. “I will not be held captive.” Slade scrubbed a hand across his hair, frustration evident in the tense set of his shoulders.

“Hannah…”

“If I’m not a captive, then give me back my phone.”