“And we came to find out,” Asher finishes with a friendly grin, but then he turns to Billy and his smile turns sharklike. “What’s your name?”
“Erm, Billy,” he stutters out, holding his hands up. “I meant no harm, she said—”
“Oh, I can imagine what she said,” Cyrus snarls and throws me a glare. “But we will deal with her later. However, you, Billy, touched what’s ours.”
“Fuck, man, I didn’t know, okay? Please, I’ll pretend I was never here—”
“But we saw you.” Bray shrugs with an aw-shucks smile, but his eyes are angry. “We saw you touching her, kissing her… What do you think, brothers?”
“Make an example, I say,” Asher offers.
“I agree, then no others will attempt this again. Clearly they believe we have gone soft.”
“Oh, stop that,” I snap. “You fucking morons.” I stomp towards them. “The whole fake threat, talking among—” I gasp as Cyrus grabs me and yanks me closer. I fall into his chest, and he glares down at me.
“You should know by now, baby, we don’t fake anything. Don’t think you’re off the hook either, but it seems we need to remind everyone why we are in charge.” He leans down, getting in my face. “Now, for once, shut the fuck up or you’ll be in more shit than you already are.”
“For kissing some rando?” I retort, struggling in his arms, but he easily passes me off to Bray who holds me back. “Seriously? What the fuck? It’s not like you’re my boyfriend. I can fuck whoever I want—”
Bray’s hand covers my mouth, and he leans down to my ear as I watch Cyrus and Asher converge on Billy. “Better listen to him, Darling, and not anger him further. It’s not personal, it’s business. If they ignore our warnings, it could lead to them thinking they can ignore everything we say, then we would have to hurt a lot more people. Better make an example… and yeah, okay, it’s a little personal. No one touches you but us.”
I struggle in his arms before biting his hand. He hisses, even as he grinds his cock into my ass. “Stop biting, I like it,” he snarls before biting my neck. “Or I’ll do it back.” I jerk from the force, and a gasp leaves my lips, even as my pussy clenches. He kisses and licks it better, and I shiver, making him chuckle. My eyes are wide, and I watch as Asher and Cyrus still. Billy looks terrified, and I feel horrible. I led him back here, he shouldn’t get hurt because of me…
He nips again, rubbing his hard cock against my ass. What’s fucking happening? Why are they suddenly all over me? Is it because I slept with Cyrus or something else? Either way, it seems Bray is sick of pretending and is just outright showing me what he wants—me.
He licks up my neck, and my head tilts all by itself to give him better access. His teeth catch on my ear as he licks the shell. “You can’t save him; he touched you. He touched what’s ours.” I growl at that, and he chuckles. “So watch and learn, Darling, what happens when you try to fuck a rando. The sooner you learn that, the less bloodshed there will be. This city is ours, and you are ours, so get used to it.” He bites down as Cyrus stops circling Billy. Asher pushes him forward, and Billy stumbles as he stands in front of Cyrus who towers over him, his face hard and angry. The difference between the two men is shocking, proving I had been aching for a pale imitation, something to satisfy the lust… that I have for them.
Not Billy.
“I saw you kiss her,” Cyrus comments conversationally, and then he punches him right in the mouth. Billy falls into Asher with a groan, his hands going to his lips. Asher laughs and shoves him forward, yanking his hands away and holding them behind his back.
“I saw him touch her with these,” Asher offers cruelly. His eyes slide to mine, and I finally see the other side of Asher—the Crew brother, not the painter, not the gentle artist. I see the fucking gang member he is and just why everyone is afraid of all of them, not just Cyrus. They vibrate with barely restrained violence, but each move is calculated to cause harm, not kill, and send a message.
I’m theirs.
It’s what they are proving, but they have another thing coming if they think I’m just going to let them claim me like that. I’m not a fucking pushover or a toy. I’m a fucking fighter, and they might think I’ll just lie back and become their little shared cunt, but I’m going to ruin them if they try.
I’m my own person, even if I ache for them. Even if I’m drawn to them. They better start realising I’ve got my own brain and my own fists, and if they aren’t careful, I’ll use them on them.
I sag in his arms, and he rewards me, kissing along my neck and thumping pulse, even as my eyes stay on his brothers—but he should know I never give up. Cyrus grabs one of Billy’s hands and breaks it, and I make my move as Bray lifts his head to watch. I stomp on his foot and thrust my elbow back, breaking his hold as he groans and stumbles away. Turning, I bring my knee up right into his cock. He drops to his knees, his mouth open on a groan as he covers his jewels with his hands.
I turn back to Cyrus and Asher.
Before Cyrus can snap Billy’s other hand, I rush forward and catch his hand mid-air. He looks down at me and then back at Bray and smirks. “Baby—”
I shove his hand back at him. “You touch him again, and I’ll shave off your hair and key a cock into your bike while you sleep,” I hiss. I mean it, and then I look at Asher. “And I will destroy all of your paintings. I’m not fucking around here, you assholes.” Asher steps back, his eyes sad as he watches me. Cyrus just glares at me, and I stare him down until he rolls his eyes.
“Let him go.” Billy runs away instantly, and I run my eye across all three of them.
“Fucking assholes, all of you.” I throw them my middle finger, turn, and storm away. I hear the commotion from the others at the party, even Walker’s worried voice, and it makes me sad. I’ll probably never be accepted or invited again after this.
I’m also pissed as hell, horny from Bray’s touch and the pure possessiveness and controlled rage contained within my stepbrothers, and annoyed at how hot watching them hurt someone just for touching me made me. Pissed, horny, and annoyed is not a good combination. I go to leave after screaming at them, but they’ve had enough of my shit. Asher scoops me up and tosses me over his shoulder. I beat his back, hissing at him, but he just spanks me and ignores my protests. I expect this from Cyrus, maybe even Bray… but Asher?
What. The. Fuck.
He rushes across the lot, the other two on our heels, and to my car. Bray hooks his hands in my pocket, grabs my keys, and unlocks it as Cyrus opens the back door and jerks his head at Asher.
“Put her inside,” he demands.