He nodded his approval, then returned his attention to my pussy, two fingers coming to touch my mound.
“We’ll keep your pussy bare going forward.”
His thumb pushed on the side of one lip, exposing me to him.
“Put your foot on the arm of the chair, Eva. Show my brother your pretty little cunt,” Syn said. It didn’t occur to me to disobey, and as obscene as I knew I would look when I did it, I raised one leg up, resting the foot on the arm of the chair Gabriel occupied.
“Good girl,” Syn said from behind me.
“Obedience is rewarded,” Gabriel said, his hands coming to either hip, pulling me toward his face until he could take the swollen, exposed nub of my clit into his mouth and suck, his eyes on me as he did.
“Oh…God!”
I reached to catch Gabriel’s shoulders and would have collapsed but for Syn catching me. He held my arms behind my back, my wrists together in one of his hands, his body pressed against me, my head reclining against his shoulder.
“Oh… please…”
Gabriel sucked harder, sliding one finger into my pussy, and as he did, Syn turned my face to the side, kissing my mouth deeply, his tongue tasting me, devouring me. When I came and my knees gave out from under me, the brothers supported me, their lips upon mine, still kissing, sucking, taking, giving until I shuddered with orgasm. My juices spilled over Gabriel’s tongue as I let out a long, trembling moan.#p#分页标题#e#
Unable take any more, I collapsed on my knees before him, my head in his lap, his hand coming to the back of it, caressing my hair gently, the brothers speaking quietly, their voices muted as I drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Eleven
“She’s definitely blocking,” Syn said, standing over Eva. She had fallen asleep in Gabriel’s arms and hadn’t woken when he had lifted her to carry her to her bed.
“I agree. She should remember up until they injected her.” Gabriel turned her head slightly to touch the faint bruising still visible at her neck and forehead. “And they weren’t gentle.”
“She must have surprised them.”
“That’s what it sounds like. Gallaston was anxious, she’d said.”
“Look at these,” Syn ran soft fingers over scrapes and cuts along her body. “And her dress was torn and filthy.”
“Well, we can’t send her back to him. He’ll finish the job if we do.”
“But her father’s a prominent politician. It doesn’t make sense. Too much press.”
“He’s desperate,” Gabriel said, standing.
Syn tucked the covers up over her shoulders. “Which makes him weak.”
The brothers walked to the door, and, after one more glance at their sleeping captive, switched off the light and left her bedroom.
I knew it was a dream, or rather, a nightmare, but I also knew it was very real. At least it had been once. Arthur and I were dancing. I was wearing my pretty new dress, the one he’d insisted on buying me even though it was well over our budget.
But it was ruined already.
Arthur stood impeccable in his tuxedo while I walked barefoot, having lost my shoes under the bridge. Oily dark blotches covered my dress and the silk was torn in places. I looked at my arms, at my hands, which Arthur held as he twirled me around the dance floor. Blood had dried in the cuts there and bruises colored my pale flesh a deep purple. Arthur kept smiling, his face the same but his teeth sharp and white, a predator’s teeth, ready to bite.
People danced in the periphery, or did at first, but soon they vanished into a blur. Only two remained standing, as if keeping watch over me. They were my captors, Gabriel with the golden, tortured eyes, and Syn with the dark, gleaming ones. They watched me, never once taking their gazes from me as we turned and turned. My head hurt and I grew dizzy from it all. I wanted Arthur to stop. I wanted him to let me go, but he wouldn’t. He kept hold of me and the more I struggled, the less power it seemed I had. And the less control I had over my body, the wider his grin grew.
It was too fast, the music speeding up, but they all remained as they were. I tried to call out, to tell him to stop, to call to the others, but no one would listen or no one could hear. Then I saw it, saw Arthur take the needle out of his pocket even while he kept twirling me. He brought it to my neck, the gleam in his eyes darkening, turning him into a monster I no longer knew. I screamed then, just before the needle penetrated my skin, just before Gabriel and Syn could reach me, just before I would have to remember the horror of that night.
Sitting upright in the bed, I clapped my hands to my mouth, stifling a scream. Sunlight seeped around the edges of the heavy drapes. I pulled the thick comforter back, noticing I was naked, not surprised by the fact, and covered in sweat. Drawing the curtains back, I peered out the window in time to see a cloud of dust on the long driveway as a Jeep left the property and the gates closed behind it. From my room, I scanned the grounds, noticing the high fence that bordered the vast space.#p#分页标题#e#