When I glance over to the two men beside me, I take in their expressions filled with knowing. We’re aware of what’s about to come; my father will seek me out, and he’ll bring along the evil had haunted me for years.
The television still replaying the latest news, and it’s Falcon who takes two long strides over to where I’m standing and flicks off the screen. The silence envelops us then is like a heavy weight, slamming down on me.
But I fight the urge to run screaming from their immaculate home. Even if I did run, there is nowhere to go. Strangely, I’m safer here with these men than I am out there. They may hate me, but they’ll kill my father before he touches me. I’m certain. The look in Falcon’s eyes steals my breath.
“You’re not leaving this house,” he tells me adamantly. I wait for Crow to dissuade him, to tell him I’m nothing more than a hinderance, but I’m shocked when he’s silent. I glance over Falcon’s shoulder to find those silver eyes on me. His hair is messy, the black curls hanging down into his eyes.
“I want to hate you,” he tells me then. “But I also want to fuck you so hard you never forget my dick was inside you.” Crow’s admission has my cheeks warming and I’m pretty sure they’re bright red.
I never expected him to say something like that before. The hate part of it, yes, but not the rest. “I’m not afraid of you,” I tell him before flicking my gaze toward Falcon. They’re both watching me as if I were a flight risk.
Crow takes slow steps toward me before he stops inches from my face. Falcon’s to my left, while Crow stands to my right. The corner of his mouth tilts upward, a smirk of anger and pure rage turns his expression hard.
“Don’t for one second think I won’t hurt you,” he says. “Because even though I want to fuck you, I still want to see you cry.”
“I’m still not afraid of you,” I bite out, causing Falcon to chuckle as I turn to face Crow straight on. We’re face to face, his body tall, broad, looming over mine as if I were nothing more than a rag doll he can throw over his shoulder. He doesn’t think twice as he takes my wrists in his hands and shoves them behind my back.
Falcon takes over, holding me with one hand, bound so I can’t fight the man before me. Crow pulls out his knife, and it’s then I notice it’s carved. The sleek silver matches his eyes, and the flying crow adorning the shimmering metal blinks at me in the light.
Like he did before in his office, he slices the material covering me. The soft cotton falls open, baring my breasts to him. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he murmurs, running the sharp tip along my collarbone, down between my cleavage, until he reaches my navel. “You know if I were to push, hard, you’d be dead within in a, hour. Maybe less.”
I don’t move. I don’t even blink. My breaths are halted as I wait for the pain, but it never comes. He runs the weapon lower, until the sweatpants that were hugging my hips fall to the ground, along with my panties. Now, I’m standing in front of my captor bared for his hungry, rage-filled gaze.
“Drink this,” Falcon tells me as he hands me the tumbler.
With shaking hands, I grasp the expensive crystal and bring it to my lips. The stench of alcohol is eye-watering, but I ignore it and close my eyes. I swallow back the strong liquid and set the glass down on the table.
“I don’t know what to do,” I tell them as my gaze flicks between the two men. “I can’t do this. I can’t stay here. There’s no way—”
“You’re not going anywhere,” Falcon repeats his earlier words. Without warning, he claims my lips without asking permission. I find I don’t care. The warmth at my back tells me Crow is behind me. His hands trail along my arms from shoulder to wrist, and then, he tugs me back until my ass is right up against his crotch. The hardness nestles on my ass makes me gasp into Falcon’s mouth and he enjoys the sounds.
I can feel eyes on me. Burning through me. When I open my eyes, pulling away from Falcon, I find Hawk, staring at us. He’s worried. He should be. I’m caught between the most dangerous men I’ve met in a long time, and they want my blood. But it’s not them I fear. It’s my father.
“Join us,” I call to Hawk, who’s stare turns venomous. He spins on his heel and walks out, leaving us standing in the living room. Crow’s hand snakes around my waist, and teases its way down to my core. He doesn’t care his friend is angry, instead, he dips his finger between the lips of my pussy finding me wet.