“Yes,” Crow grunts. “There’s no other way. That filthy blood ends with her. She will not give birth to another monster.”
“But if we get him, then I don’t see—”
“Are you wanting out on this plan?” Crow’s angry, silver glare pins me to the chair. I open my mouth, then shut it. I want to say yes, but I can’t let my brothers down.
“No,” I finally answer him. “I think if we can get her father in the chamber and make him pay, what’s the use in hurting her?”
“He can watch as she is tainted by three men.” The corner of Crow’s mouth tilts upward. The idea of sharing the beauty with my brothers makes my dick jolt against my jeans. “He can witness her violation, as she begs for mercy from the pain we’ll cause her, and when we’re done, he’ll be the one begging us to stop.”
I’ve always known Crow was fucked, I don’t blame him, I am too, but his words instill unease in my gut. “What if she’s innocent?”
“She’s his daughter.” I can tell I’m not going to get through to Crow, not now. Perhaps he’s right. I may be letting my dick think for me. When my best friend glares at me, I want to take back my words.
“There are many innocent people who died; children were killed,” Crow insists, and I can’t fight him on this because. “Don’t you remember what he did to your family?” His question slowly sinks into my mind. I don’t have to nod because he settles back as he takes in the expression on my face. There is no denying it, my anger is still present.
“If this bastard gets out, he will come for her,” I tell Crow, not bothering to respond to his query. “We can track him down easily, and the moment he steps foot on a plane, we’ll know.”
He nods. “Another thing,” Crow says, before he pushes to his feet. “I don’t want her sleeping up here yet.”
“Why?”
“I don’t trust her.” I understand his concern. She’ll end up trying to escape, and I have no doubt Crow will end her before she even makes it to the property line. We have a large expanse of a garden, but there’s nothing around us for miles. The closest neighbor is fifty miles away, which means our little captive won’t make it very far.
“I don’t either.”
“But you were ready to save her a minute ago. Or were you thinking with your dick?” His challenge makes me laugh out loud. Bastard.
“Maybe. Why? Jealous?”
Crow rounds the desk and stalks toward me. His eyes blaze with intent when he reaches me and stops inches from where I’m standing. He leans in, brushing his lips against mine. The heat of him scorches me, sending desire shooting through every nerve ending in my body.
“Do I have to be?” His whisper feathers over my mouth, and when he reaches around to tangle his fingers in my growing hair, he fists the short strands and tugs my head back. The wet warmth of his tongue laps along the column of my neck, over my Adam’s apple, right up to my chin.
“Never,” I finally respond, before his lips capture mine. My cock throbs when his tongue duels mine. The kiss is rough and urgent, dripping with unconstrained need. It’s been a while since we played, and I think having her here has made us all ravenous.
I grip his hips in a vise-like hold and tug him against me. His hardness against mine. The clothing covering our flesh causing blissful friction. The office door creaks open, but Crow doesn’t pull away until a soft feminine gasp echoes through the air.
When we break our kiss, I turn to find Lucille on the threshold, her eyes wide as saucers, and her mouth popped open into an O. Surprise paints her features, and I can’t deny, she is a pretty girl.
“I-I-I’m—”
“You’re enjoying the show?” I taunt, causing a soft red to color her cheeks. Her flesh is smooth, blemish free, and I wonder how easy it would be to mark her up. “Come here.”
She hesitates for a moment but thinks twice when her gaze lands on Crow who hasn’t moved. He’s still inches from me. His cock presses against my ass, and I’m tempted to grind back against him. But my focus is on the girl.
The moment she steps up to me, I reach out for her, causing her to wince. But I don’t slap her, not yet. The thought makes me smile, and I can read the wariness on Lucille’s face. With one swift movement, I tip her head to the side, before running my thumb over the pulse point which is currently thrumming as she regards me.
“You’re nervous.”
“I’ve been kidnapped, held in a basement, and been told I need to obey,” she whispers as I tease her silky smooth flesh. The more I touch her, the faster Crow’s breath gets behind me. Then, without warning, I grip her neck, the delicate column small in my large hand.