“You tell yourself that, darling, if it makes you feel any better. But we both know the truth.” He pulled out another container and opened the lid. She gaped at the contents. “Are those real strawberries?”
“Yep. I had them imported.”
Which would have cost a fortune. She’d only tried a strawberry once, as a small child. Fresh fruit and vegetables were hard to come by in this part of the US. They had to be shipped across several states and ended up being so expensive nobody could afford them. Except him, of course.
She revised her estimate that they’d fallen on hard times. He picked one up and ran the tip along her lips. She knew she shouldn’t let herself be seduced with an expensive berry. She knew she should reject him. Didn’t mean that was what she was going to do. She’d never claimed to make the best decisions.
“Open,” he told her in a low voice. Her lips parted, and he slid part of the berry between them. Her gaze was caught on his, and she noted the way his eyes started to glow. She needed to ask him about that. Then all thought faded as she bit into the sweet berry. She made a low noise in her throat and closed her eyes.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “You’re killing me.”
She opened her eyes and stared at him. “What?”
“If you make those noises every time you eat a strawberry, I’m going to have them flown in daily. Tell me, do you make those little murmurs of pleasure at other times?”
Her pulse raced. She stared at him, lost in him. “I don’t know.”
He crooked an eyebrow. “Then I guess it’s up to me to find out.” He was moving before she even registered it, and had her flat on her back, looming over her. A hint of panic filled her mind even as her body heated.
“I can’t do this.”
“You can.” He leaned over her, kissed her, and she was gone. His mouth was hot and hard. His tongue talented and lethal. She gave into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing herself against him. He placed a leg between hers, and she rubbed against him without a care. Later, she’d probably be embarrassed by her reaction to him. But, right now, she cared about nothing except assuaging the hunger flooding her.
“This is a mistake,” she panted out as he kissed down her neck, nipped at her skin, then laved the small wound with his tongue.
“Nothing that feels this good could be a mistake.”
Yeah, she wasn’t so certain.
“My brother—”
He growled at her. Actually growled. She stared up at him in shock.
“Do not speak of him while I have my hands on you. He does not belong here with us.”
She shook her head. “He owns this house. Owns me.”
“No. No, he does not own you. Or he won’t for long. We will. My brothers and I.”
She gaped at him in shock. That quickly morphed to anger. “I don’t want to be owned by anyone.”
He grinned then nipped her bottom lip. “Yes, you do. You want to be ours. You want to be taken by us. To feel pleasure like you’ve never felt before. You’ll be cherished, protected, and cared for. And you’ll have all the fucking strawberries and Twinkies your heart desires.”
“I can’t be bought with Twinkies and strawberries,” she told him. Although it was a pretty enticing bribe. What the hell did he mean they would own her? What was going on here?
“No? I’ll have to find something else to sway you with. Would it make a difference if I told you that you would own us as well?” He spoke between kisses laid along her collarbone. Jesus, who knew that could feel so damn good. He moved lower to her breasts. They were still covered by her T-shirt, but her nipples were hard, pressing against the tight material. He moved so he lay next to her, on his side. Then
reaching over, he ran his thumb lightly over her left nipple. She shivered and gasped.
“Do you like your nipples being touched?”
She guessed so. She was the only one who’d ever touched them before him.
“Tell me what you like.”
Fucked if she knew. She cleared her throat. “Everything.”
His eyebrows rose. “That’s a wide net.” He leaned down and sucked her other nipple into his mouth. She cried out at the delicious sensation. Her hips rose. Her clit ached. Sharp edges of arousal slashed at her. He continued to suckle on her, seemingly oblivious to the way she wrapped her hands in his hair. She’d had the intention of pulling him back, yet pressed him closer instead. His fingers plucked at her other nipple.