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Wes
This wasn’tpart of the plan, she wasn’t supposed to be here. We’ve never made a mistake like this before and I still don’t know how this happened. I’m angry, pissed off that we fucked up, but I need to keep my head, because here she sits, my enemy’s daughter in my lap, Jonathan Richards’ daughter.
With her firm little ass pressed against my already hardened dick. It would be much easier to keep my head straight if she was wearing actual clothes. But with her exposed legs and braless tits, it’s really fucking hard to think about anything besides my hands on her body and my dick inside of her. Fuck, it’s been way too long since I got my dick wet. I should have picked up a one-night stand before this gig. Of course, we didn’t know she was going to be here, so it’s not really my fault.
“Got some duct-tape in that bag?” I ask Declan. He twists around and starts digging in the bag sitting on the floorboard next to us. Jessa’s small body is trembling in my hold and I can feel her tears running down her cheeks, landing against my hand that’s covering her pouty lips.
I almost feel sorry for her…almost. Maybe if she wasn’t the daughter of the guy responsible for our parents’ death, I could cut her a little slack, but since she is who she is, I can’t really feel anything besides hate for her. I grit my teeth trying my best not to react to that deep raging fire burning inside my veins.
“We should just kill her,” Declan says while pulling out the duct tape. “We could send her back to her old man…piece by piece.”
Jessa’s shaking intensifies and I know it’s not because she is cold.
She is scared, and she should be. We’ve done some dark shit, killed more people than I can even count. Blood has coated my hands for a long time, so long I don’t even remember the color of my own skin sometimes.
Declan rips off a piece of duct tape and I make her lean forward so he can reach her face better. I lift my hand off her mouth, half expecting her to scream the second it takes my brother to put the tape over her lips, but she doesn’t, and for a second, I think maybe she is smarter than I thought. Screaming wouldn’t do her any good. All the guards are dead. No one is coming to rescue her.
“Nah, let’s not kill her yet, I already have other plans for her,” Trey, my youngest brother, chimes in. I’m not sure what exactly his plan is, but I’ve got a pretty good idea…he wants to make her pay for her father’s sins. I’m usually not for hurting women, but this one, I’m making an exception for.
Eyeing her up and down, I know I want her, we all want her. We typically share, anything and everything, so we could always get part of our revenge through dominating her body. So for once, I’ll actually go with Trey’s plan.
“I’m with Trey on this, killing her now would be too hasty. There are a lot of other ways we could use her to our advantage. She’s better off alive, even more so if we want to use her to get the answers we need from her father.”
“I just want to get rid of her. She’s a fucking liability and more trouble than it’s worth keeping her alive,” Declan huffs after flattening the tape to her skin, his eyes dark and dangerous. When he turns back around in his seat, I spin her in my hold so she is lying across my lap. For the first time, I can actually see her face. Her big blue eyes find mine immediately.
Fuck. Those eyes. They remind me of the sky before a storm, so full of rain, so full of sadness. She looks at me…her tear-filled eyes, full of panic, full of pure terror and for the first time tonight a flicker of doubt hits me, doubt that I could actually go through with hurting her.
She’s too fucking tiny. Too scared. Too pure.
It wouldn’t be any fun to break her, to take from her. I want my prey fighting back, not helpless and weak. Watching her bleed out, or seeing her creamy white skin covered in bruises and cuts will be hard to stomach. Listening to her beg and plead for us to stop. Fuck, my insides twist. I shake the thought away, and grit my teeth, holding onto her a little tighter, my fingers digging into her perfect flesh, hard enough to leave bruises.
Mark her. Hurt her. Make her scream.
The words press against my skull threatening to take root. My family was scared too, weak, innocent, and they still killed them. Nobody took mercy on them, on my parents, on my sister. My family died at the hands of this tiny little woman’s father. I can hear her whimpering beneath the duct tape, my grip most likely too painful for her delicate skin.
I lean down into her face. “If you think my hands on you hurt now, you’re in for a rude awakening. Don’t think just because you’re a woman I won’t hurt you, because I will. Your father didn’t take mercy on my sister or mother.” My threat is half a lie...or at least I think it is.
Her chest heaves, pushing her breasts up. I can see her hardened nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt and the temptation is far too great. Revenge can be paid in many different ways.
I reach for the hem of her shirt and slip my hand under it. Her skin is soft…softer than anything I’ve ever felt before. I let my fingers run over her stomach, moving up until I reach the pebbled nipple. I caress the little bud with my fingertip before I knead her whole breast with my palm. Our eyes stay connected the whole time and I can see the exact moment that her overwhelming fright flourishes into something deeper, something not entirely fear. Her eyes soften just a little bit and heat flickers across them.
Maybe I’m just imagining it. Only one way to find out. I drag my hand back down her body, letting it travel all the way down between her thighs. Panic starts to fill those eyes again, and for some stupid fucking reason, I don’t like seeing that look in her eyes, at least not while I have my hands on her.
“Don’t struggle, and I won’t hurt you.” Rightnow. I don’t even know why I’m telling her this, almost as if I’m giving her a safety net, which I definitely shouldn’t. She stops struggling, and I look up feeling eyes on me. My gaze collides with Trey’s for a second, before he turns his attention back to the road. That moment is enough for me to feel the want, the need he has for her. I exhale, moving my hand lower until I feel the hem of her panties. Fuck, I need to keep it together, keep the focus on getting the information we need.
Is she a virgin? I question inside my own mind as soon as I slip beneath the cotton. My cock is so hard it damn near hurts, and yet I’m tempting myself further by touching her.
I didn’t think it was possible, but she is even softer as I move over her mound, so smooth and warm. I slide my fingers down her slit, between her folds and just as I suspected I find her wet. Not as wet as I would like, but it’s definitely a start. She wants this…wants us. Her whole body shudders when I graze her clit with the tip of my finger and this time, I know it’s not because she is cold. Her wanting us, her body reacting to my touch.
It irritates me a little, I shouldn’t want for her to get pleasure from anything I or my brothers do. I rip my hand away, and out of her panties.
I’m angry, at myself, at this little temptress in my lap.
“Changing your mind, Wes?” Declan asks, and I already know he’s going to push for her death. Declan likes control, likes planning, and she’s a surprise, one that we didn’t account for, but he has yet to touch her, to feel her soft silky skin.
“Nope. I think we should fuck her. Get revenge, make her father suffer. Maybe send him a little video. We can’t just kill her, that would be far too merciful. We’re going to make her bleed, and make him watch…make him feel exactly what he’s made us feel for years.”