“You are home earlier than expected,” my dad says.
“What the fuck are you wearing?” Donovan eyes my costume in disgust.
“I went to a costume party with Collins, weren’t you informed? I thought this plan was your idea.”
I smile as my brother purses his lips. He had no idea I was going out with Collins tonight.
“I’m a mob boss.”
The way Donovan’s head snaps to our dad, it’s like he was smacked in the face. Dad chuckles lightly as Donovan brings his focus back to me.
“I’m fucking offended,” he says. “We don’t dress like that anymore.”
“You should,” I smile, eyeing the clothes Donovan has thrown on today.
Fashion wasn’t included in Donovan’s training. He knows how to dress up, but when he dresses casually, he usually looks like an idiot. It wouldn’t surprise me if he dressed that way just to make me cringe.
Fucker.
Today he’s wearing black moccasins, suit pants, and an embroidered button-up shirt. There is no way he put that outfit on, looked in the mirror, and thought that shit made sense.
“You look ridiculous,” I choke out with a laugh.
“Demon,” Donovan grunts.
Refocusing on the events from tonight, I go into detail about most of the night’s events. I’m sure Dad has already heard from Oren about what he witnessed. I leave out the parts of me stepping away from the party and my encounter with Brenner.
“Brenner got in the way,” I shrug. “I almost sealed the deal, but we were interrupted right before—”
“Fuck, Mal, spare me the details,” Dad volleys, cutting me off. I can’t help the laugh that bubbles up at the disgusted look on his face.
It’s a relief to know that despite me having to do whatever it is possible to sell this bullshit, my dad isn’t a fan of the idea. I’m not used to feeling like I’m disposable to my father, and I don’t want to feel that way again.
“I’m going to shower,” I announce. My dad raises his hand to stop me before I walk away.
“We will talk about the marriage thing tomorrow, baby girl,” he says.
I feel Breckin’s body stiffen next to me. The man was already bent out of shape because of this Collins/Brenner mission. I hadn’t even thought to tell him my mother was trying to marry me off.
I brush off Breckin’s heavy stare and nod to my dad before taking off toward my bedroom, leaving the men to talk about my progress tonight.
With my dad in the room, Breckin stays behind. He’d been warned to stay away from me, and his room in the mansion wasn’t near mine.
When I reach my room, I beeline to my personal bathroom and undress. Turning on the water and making sure it’s at skin-melting hellfire temperature, I step in. It doesn’t take long for the fog to cover my glass shower doors, making me feel like I have more privacy.
I get to work lathering up my loofah and scrubbing Collins’s touch from my skin. No matter how hard I rub, my skin now raw and sore, I can’t wash away the feel of his touch. I let my loofah fall to the ground. The water feels like needles on my now sensitive skin, but it’s a welcome distraction.
I lean against the shower wall and close my eyes, allowing my mind to take me away from the nightmare it’s currently living in. Instead, I concentrate on the comfort of the slight pain I’m feeling from the water.
A pair of icy blue eyes come into focus. The familiar smell of leather, whiskey, and musk fills my nose, and I’m transported back to the balcony. Liam fucking Brenner has his large arms on both sides of me, leaning so fucking close.
I replay the way the moonlight reflected off his full lips, wet from the wine, his usual cocky smirk pulling at one corner of his mouth. I wanted to taste the wine from his lips and not the bottle.
One hand travels slowly down my wet body, and the other begins to caress my tit. My fingers slip between my wet folds and start circling my clit.
The memory of his breath brushing across my face pulls a groan from me as I insert two fingers inside my hole. Finger-fucking myself, I imagine Brenner’s beard tickling my stomach while he kisses his way down to my pussy.
As my orgasm builds, I buck my hips into my hand. I remove my fingers and circle my clit, my release so fucking close. Remembering the feel of Brenner’s lips just barely brushing my ear as he whispered taunts in his deep drawl throws me over the edge.