Connor brushed the knees of his jeans, his face now a bright shade of red with a side of pissed off. Too consumed with the banter between Connor and Warren, it wasn’t until Ryker’s strong arms wrapped around me, I noticed his absence.

  “What took you so long?” he whispered in my ear.

  “It wasn’t that long,” I said, struggling to keep my composure.

  A low chuckle dripped off his lips. “I think thirty-three minutes is a pretty long time to change out of a dress.”

  A beat of silence filled the small space, and he pressed his nose to my neck and inhaled. “I bet you were playing with your jail pussy, weren’t you?”

  “No,” I deadpanned.

  “No? Are you sure?” He loosened his grip and placed his hand over mine. “Are you fucking positive?”

  Without letting me say another word, he forced my hand to his nose, and released a low growl. I guarded the moan threatening to erupt from my throat and fought to pull my hand from his possessive grasp.

  His hand skated around my throat, and he pressed his hard cock into my ass. “I’m starting to think you like it when I have to correct your shit actions.”

  “Maybe I do.” The words fell off my lips before I swallowed them back down.

  More silence draped us, and I let out a breath when he tore his body away from mine. But then my pulse went into overdrive as the slow rasp of his zipper filled the space.

  “Love it when I get to show off.” He hiked up my dress, pulled me from the wall, and forced my legs apart with his foot. “When it comes to sluts like yourself, I always come first.”

  The cool air from the AC brushed past my exposed folds, and Ryker lined himself up. I winced, and dug my fingers into the skin of his arms when he pushed in the tip, but my cry for mercy fell on deaf ears. With each inch, I pleaded, my cries increased, forcing him to cover my mouth to curb my tongue.

  “Crying won’t help, princess. I’m the one who loves to see you weep, remember?”

  Unable to speak with my body bound to his, he nipped away at my pureness with each stroke. The first thrust hurt, like ripping away a bandage. My throat swelled, a cry teetering on my lips but never breaking the barrier because of his hand pressed against my mouth. A canopy of sounds from outside the cornered wall seeped in, and Ryker let a ragged moan drape the air when he heard our father’s voice.

  Curling his other hand around my throat, he breathed into my ear, “Daddy’s so fucking close. I wonder if he can smell your wet cunt through the wall.”

  Terror licked at my heart as our father’s voice rounded the corner and he came into view. With his back to the wall that concealed us, Connor walked up beside him. Ryker didn’t let up, and he fucked me harder, like an unhinged animal in heat. The stinging pain from the first thrust was long gone, and my cries and pleas turned into moans of pleasure.

  “Does my cock-craving whore like getting her hole stretched while staring at her daddy?” he asked, increasing the pressure of the hand that covered my mouth. “How does it feel to be leftovers for Connor? Because that’s all you’ll be once I get done making you my broken fuck bunny.”

  Droplets of sweat skipped down my back, and he plowed into me, forcing a muffled moan from my lips. He pulled back, and then hammered into me, repeating the movements as his breath seesawed over his teeth.

  “Are you on the pill little fuck bunny?”

  I shook my head, and a sinful chuckle peppered the air.

  “Sucks to be you.”

  I sucked in a sharp breath as he pressed into me, then clenched around his cock. The warmth of his seed rushed into me like a broken dam. His cock pulsed, and a restrained guttural moan broke past his lips. I locked my gaze on our father and Connor as Ryker filled me up, and it ignited me. They had no idea, and if they decided to turn around, they could easily find out. It was exhilarating, hot, and so wrong. Ryker pulled out without warning, and it left me empty after feeling so full.

  “One hole filled, two more to go.” He dropped his hand from my mouth, and released the one tight around my throat. “Here’s a little treat for you. Open wide, my little cum junkie.”

  I sucked in stuttered breaths as Ryker slid two fingers into my heat before pushing them past my lips. A cocktail of salty tanginess danced on my tongue as I sucked.

  “Don’t run off; Warren and I aren’t done with you.”

  With his words lingering in the air, he zipped up his pants and disappeared from the corner, leaving me dripping wet, with his seed running down my legs, engulfed in a hazy heat as I ached to be fucked again.

  Chapter 6

  Warren

  Ryker came strolling out toward the car with a shit-eating grin on his face, and his bangs stuck to his forehead. I eyed his movements as he opened the door and slid inside. Not saying a word as to why he smelled like he just got done having a hot fuck.

  “Are you going to tell me, or do I have to guess?” I asked, turning over the engine.

  He tilted his head and shrugged. “Nothing, bro. Just spent some time dirtying up our little porcelain doll.”

  A dull silence fell over us, and the engine purred in the background. My phone dinged, and I swiped the screen.

  “Can you fight, or are your legs too weak from turning our sister into your personal cum dumpster?”

  He gave a heavy-lidded gaze and slid his tongue across his bottom lip. “Why so pissy?” The corner of his lip lifted, and he leaned in. “Are you pissed because I fucked Vy before you, or mad because I fucked someone else that wasn’t you?”

  “Neither,” I deadpanned. “You want the details to the fight or what?”

  He leaned his head against the headrest and blasted the cool air in his direction. “Yeah, what’re the details?”

  “Tag team, thirty-five grand, ten percent cut, and winner takes all.”

  A man approached us a few days after we got out of jail about fighting for money. Apparently, word got out that Ryker took the souls of men by slamming there face into concrete so hard they died. After a few fights to prove ourselves, no one but men with a death wish looked our way.

  We ignored the man's advances at first, but Ryker was adamant about having our own funds. Our father had dissolved our inheritance, and anything we were supposed to have gotten now went to Vy and our mother. Ryker refused to beg from our father and I refused to return home with my tail between my legs. So we fought in underground matches and won every single time. The pay was good, and the odds of getting caught were slim to none.

  I put the car in drive and lifted off the break, but then stopped and turned to face him. “Did you clean her up when you got done?”

  A bud of a smirk chewed at his lips as he let my words linger between us, and my cock throbbed just thinking about how badly I wanted to shove it down his taut throat.

  “Are you going to speak, or do I have to make you?” My words were sharp and to the point.

  He placed his hand on the back of my headrest and leaned over until his lips were inches from mine. “Does it matter? Are you going to clean me up when you bend me over and make me your two-hole fuck toy?”

  The tension in the car was so thick I could hardly swallow the lump in my throat. I wanted to smack and fuck Ryker at the same time. He was one stubborn asshole, but fuck it fired me up, and the longer I had to wait for him to come around, the harder it became to keep my cool. Asshole was wearing me down.

  “Depends on if you’re a good boy and swallow my cock.”

  “Drive the fucking car, ass wipe, so we can fight and get back. Unless you want Connor breathing down our girl’s neck.”

  He eased off me and sank into the seat, eyes straight ahead as I started down the driveway. We exchanged no words the entire ride, but there was no denying the tension crackling down both our spines like a sheet of ice. A line of men circled the brick building, and I pulled into the alley. Ryker popped the glove compartment and tucked the Glock into the waist of his pants. The fights took place in the worse part of the city, and we learned early on, being unarmed was as good as being dead.

  A canopy of scents strong enough to burn a hole in our lungs engulfed us when we walked through the door. It was a smell we would never get used to, no matter how many times we walked these dark halls. The guards recognized us and opened the door that potentially led to our death. Taking part in these fights was dangerous, and we’ve seen more men end their lives in the ring than in jail. As we descended the stairs, the crowd raved, their eyes focused on the fight in front of them. We checked in and then disappeared behind the curtain.

  Ryker tossed the small duffel on the chair and let out a breath.

  “And you said I was pissy? Who’s the pissy one now?” I asked, pulling my shirt over my head.

  He mirrored my actions and removed his shirt to expose the web of tattoos that canvassed his torso. Although we never lost a fight, this was the hardest part for me. The thoughts of whether we would make it out alive plagued me every fucking time. Ryker fought with the anger that consumed him, which was dangerous. Ignoring me, he tipped his chin to the ceiling and let the starch of his frame dissolve. In this moment, I took him in, my eyes anchored to the column of his throat as it rippled with each swallow. He lowered his head back to eye level, but I didn’t look away. Fuck, I couldn’t look away.

  “Let’s do this shit,” he said and tossed me a pair of studded leather gloves and my Scream mask.

  We wore the gloves to make our punches sting a little more, and the masks to conceal our identity from the raging crowd on the other side of the curtain. Something about the way he wore his mask made me want to fuck him so hard it hurt. He waited for me to get my shit together, and I eyed the corded muscles of his arms swelling up for a fight.

  Once we stepped out from the other side of the curtain, a wave of excitement filled the space from the crowd. We didn’t care for the attention, but it came with the territory. With Ryker two feet ahead of me, I kept my unrelenting gaze on the ring, the middle heavily stained with dry blood and body fluids from past opponents. It tripped me up every time, but Ryker had a way of pushing down my fear no matter who we faced in the ring. He had a confidence about him that was unmatched when it came to kicking ass and he wore it like a badge of honor.

  Our opponent was a six foot five beast. Twice our size, with a scar that spanned the length of his bloated face. The payout for this fight was larger because it was two against one, and people paid top dollar to see the outcome. Ryker circled him, taking calculated steps as we waited for the bell to sound. He could take one look at a guy and expose their weakness. Our beast followed Rykers’ movements, his brittle gaze shifting to keep up.

  Ryker pressed his chest into my back and slipped his fingers through the slits of mine. “Tire this fucker out for me.” His voice seeping through the mask into my ear.

  The warmth of his body sent a gimlet of fire down my spine. He moved away and took refuge in one corner of the ring. Ryker’s punches were deadly, but I had the foot work. I moved in swift motions that left our Godzilla beast out of breath and stumbling after fifteen minutes of missed punches. Even through the mask, I sensed the wicked grin sprouting on Ryker’s face. He climbed the rope and placed his back to my front.

  With five minutes left on the clock, I crept around the beast, my heart pounding in my ears, and with one swift movement, I pushed my foot into his back, forcing him forward. He stumbled right into Ryker’s trap and a dry expression etched its way into his features as Ryker back flipped into the air before landing on the fucker’s neck. He tumbled to the floor, and the sound of his neck snapping reverberated around us.

  “Team work makes the dream work.” Ryker joked and kicked the beast once more.

  “Come on. We have to go.” I deadpanned and grabbed Rykers’ hand.

  We put on our shirts and obtained our payment. Everyone pushed us to fight once more, offering us twice what we'd just gained, but we weren't stupid. One fight drained all our strength, and we were sure to fail if we stepped back into the ring before we had time to recover.

  “Same time next week?” Ryker teased as we headed to the car.

  I rolled my eyes and tossed our duffle in the trunk. “Let’s get back to our sister. I’m sure she misses us.”

  Chapter 7

  Vy

  I hated these dinners. It was just for show, so father could flaunt his life, and show me off. Business partners dressed in casual clothing littered the back patio. Conversations that I had no interest in being a part of followed one right after the other in a never-ending cycle. Father took Connor under his wing and introduced him as he made the rounds. I stood idle as men old enough to be my father anchored their gaze to the lilac dress covering my body.

  Mother caught me standing awkwardly near a fountain and sauntered over, drink in hand. “Sweetheart. Why don’t you go join your father?”

  “I’ll rather not.” I peered over in my father’s direction and looked away when Connor turned his head. “He has Connor. It’s okay. Where are the twins?”

  “I’m not sure, but I know your father isn’t complaining about it.” She took a sip and looked out into the crowd.

  She started to say something else, but a guest sucked her into another boring conversation. Time seemed to move at the speed of molasses, and the only thing I could think about were the twins. I texted Warren, but he didn’t reply.

  They announced dinner, and a line of chefs with plates in their hands entered the patio. Distracted by all the guests, I didn’t notice the twins until the canopies of conversations evaporated into thin air. I almost didn’t recognize them in the clothing that covered their bodies.

  Heat curled down my spine as I sized them up. They both opted for business casual, sporting dark-colored dress shirts and slacks. Connor caught me foaming at the mouth, and I turned on my heels to take my place at the table. Once everyone had taken their seats, conversations resumed, with Connor focused on driving the point home that he was the son my father never had.

  “Well, at least one of the Lawson kids will have a bright future and a normal life,” Connor spat, his mouth full of roasted chicken.

  “You don’t know us at all if you think we’re normal. We’re the farthest fucking thing from normal. Right Vy?” Warren asked as he jogged his brows up his forehead.

  My cheeks heated as the words peppered the air, and Ryker’s unwavering grin made my pulse stagger as he anchored his gaze with mine. I looked away, but the will to peek in his direction took hold of me after a few seconds. Unhinged feral desire veiled his features, and it should have had me running for the hills, but I wanted his touch more than anything. I closed my legs, desperate to stop my hands from traveling to my heat. I ran the fork through the pasta, ignoring Warren’s salacious gaze as well. No one seemed to notice the twins and their strange actions. It was almost as if they were invisible to the world.

  “How you feeling Vy? Still sore?” Ryker teased.

  I swallowed down the words sprouting on my tongue and sliced my gaze to the remaining chicken and vegetables turning soggy on my plate.

  Connor turned his attention toward me. “Sore?” He touched my bare leg. “Are you okay? What happened?”

  “Yeah, Vy. What happened? Ryker told me you had a hard time walking a couple of hours ago? Care to elaborate?” Warren chimed in, placing his elbows on the table.

  All eyes were on me as the rest of the guests caught wind of our conversation. My lungs restricted, and my legs moved before I could tell them to stop. I scurried back into the house and booked it for the kitchen. I needed a cool glass of water and a minute to calm my nerves, especially the ones zapping my clit.

  The twins’ voices boomed into the hall outside the kitchen, interrupting my moment of silence. I set my cup down and walked through the door to find them in the hallway with Connor. Their conversations seized once they caught wind of me, and Connor sliced his gaze from me to the marble floor.

  “Princess,” Warren said, as he walked over.

  “What’s going on?” I asked, my eyes cutting between the three of them.

  “This fucktardo wants to fight me,” Ryker stated.

  My spine stiffened, and I turned to face Connor. He didn’t say anything, and crossed his arms over his chest.

  “Why?”

  “Because he needs—” Ryker started.

  “Nothing. I just want to show this delinquent piece of trash that he can get the shit beat out of him,” Connor deadpanned.

  Ryker raised his chin to the cathedral ceiling, the corners of his mouth stretching to show off a grid of perfect teeth. Something about witnessing him grin was terrifying, yet titillated every nerve in my body.

  “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, pretty boy.” He stalked forward, coming toe to toe with Connor. “Didn’t your whore mother ever tell you to never write checks your ass can’t cash?”

  Connor’s face turned beet red, and he fired up. Gearing up to hit Ryker right in the face, but Ryker caught his arm.

  “This should be a cakewalk,” Warren teased, and leaned into me, not giving a damn if Connor noticed.

  Ryker lowered his arm slowly, and inched his face so close to Connor’s that I thought he might kiss him, but then he tilted his head and let his mouth hover over Connor’s ear. He spoke, whispering words that neither I nor Warren could hear, but the look in Ryker’s dark-brown eyes as they connected with mine hammered my bones.

  I took a step back, and Warren wrapped his hand around my throat and forced my gaze to his. “Are you still sore, baby girl?”

  I processed the question and licked my lips. “Just a little. Why?”

  Warren twirled my ponytail around his hand and inhaled. “Because Ryker just made you the consolation prize, and you know he never loses a fight.”

  Warren released his grip from my hair and grabbed my hand. We followed Ryker to the other side of the house, the side that was under maintenance and off-limits to guests and house staff. We stepped out into the dark, with just a few streams of light coming from the floodlights surrounding the construction equipment scattered throughout the space. Rows of sweat dripped down my back, the summer air still humid and insulting, even though the sun went down hours ago.