“And what are you holding?” he asks in a deadly calm.
“Oh, this?” I say, one brow raised as if it’s nothing really and I’m not that interested. I hold it up for him to see. “It's a picture that you appear to be in twice. Care to explain?”
My eyes dart to his fists, which are now clenching at his sides, his arm muscles straining and the veins popping, like he's holding back from snatching the frame right out of my hands. I hear him take a deep inhale through his nose.
“Isn't it fucking obvious, Princess?” he drawls cruelly. “One is me, and the other is, well, I supposewas, Luc, my identical twin brother.”
“W–what?” I ask stupidly, completely dumbfounded, my grip relaxing on the frame. “Where is he?” I say, looking round with raised brows as if he's been hiding in this room all along.
Ash reaches out and carefully takes the picture from my limp hand, like it’s very precious to him.
“Dead.” My stomach plummets at the word. His voice is devoid of any feeling and emotion. It's as cold and sharp as broken ice. “Now, get the fuck out,” he barks, stepping up to me, right into my personal space. He keeps advancing until I'm forced to back up towards the door.
“Ash...I'm…” I start, my hands raised as if to ward off his anger, but he interrupts me.
“I said. Get. The. Fuck. Out. Don't make me say it a third time, Princess.”
“Back the fuck up, Ash.” I hear Loki's voice, rough with sleep but hard as stone, sound behind me.
With a soft curse, I turn my head to see him limned in the light from the hallway, dressed only in boxers and his hair sticking straight up.
“She shouldn't be in here, Loki. Keep her on a fucking leash if she can't be trusted not to wander where's she's not allowed. Fuck, try tying her down.”
My head snaps back to Ash, my eyes narrowed and lips pressed in a thin line. I can see his haughty expression and cold eyes now that the hallway light shines on his face.
“Listen here, you rich prick…” I start, taking a step forward so that we are almost toe to toe. I poke my finger in his hard chest, only serving to hurt my finger.Fuckface!
Before I can finish what I was going to say—and let's be honest here, I'm not entirely sure what that was as who doesn't like a bit of rope play?—I feel Loki grab me by the waist and haul me back against him.
“Just leave the asshole alone, Pretty Girl. He doesn't know how to play nice.”
I grumble and give a half-arsed attempt to get away from him before he pulls me in tighter, my back to his chest, his heat radiating through my body. His hand dips to the hem of the t-shirt that I'm wearing, and his fingers slide up to find my bare pussy already a little slick. I’m denying it has anything to do with the thundercunt standing in front of me and his suggestion of being tied up.
“Tying up is your kink, brother,” Loki says to Ash, his fingers sliding along my opening, making my breath catch. “But maybe one day I'll let you join us, and you can tie her to the bed yourself.” I can hear the teasing in his tone. He’s such a shit stirrer. Still makes my heart beat faster though.
“Would you like that, baby?” he whispers against my ear, and I have no control over the moan that escapes my lips, or the liquid that escapes my lower ones. “I think you do.”
I can see a fire flare in Ash’s eyes, and his breathing begins to quicken as he watches Loki basically fingering me in front of him, rubbing circles round my clit in a maddening way that sends pulses shooting out from his touch. It’s almost impossible to keep my hips from moving, seeking more friction.
Before I can get too close to release, Loki stops abruptly, pulling his fingers away. I see his hand come up, towards what must be his mouth, then he utters, “Delicious as always,Princess.”
A flash of anger flies across Ash’s eyes and his nostrils flare wide.
“Come on, Pretty Girl. I'll give you one more orgasm to help get you back to sleep. We've got Women's Studies first period, so we need to be up bright and early.”
A shock of laughter peels out of me, breaking through my lust haze. “Youare in Women's Studies?” I ask with a giggle.
“I'll have you know, Lilly Darling, that I am a staunch feminist. I love all women equally,” he says jokingly with an eyebrow waggle.
“I'm not sure you understand what feminism means, Loki,” I respond back dryly, rolling my eyes at him.
“Sure I do. Ladies first, right? Now, come on, and let me show you,” he urges, herding me out of the room.
I look over my shoulder to see Ash, still standing there looking after us, with an unreadable expression in his eyes.
Chapter Ten
JAX