“Buck and Jett would have liked the way you look. These nice big tits, full hips. You’re not skin and bones but fucking curvy.”
Draven ran a finger across his lip, watching. Not for the first time she wondered what he was thinking. The heat in his gaze gave her a clear indication of what he wanted from her.
“I think for us to tell her what happened, we need to see her naked. What do you think, Axel?”
“I always love to see a woman in her birthday suit, so I’m game.”
“Draven?”
“You want to know the story, strip,” he said.
“You can’t be serious.”
“You want to know more, strip. I’m not going to tell you again.”
She saw the truth within his gaze. Glancing behind her at Axel, she saw he smirked.
“Don’t look at me, beautiful. I’m not going to help you. Not even a little bit.”
“What’s it going to be, Harper?” Draven asked.
There was the challenge. She could walk away, never knowing what truly happened to Buck and Jett.
Just thinking about them reminded her of the rare occasions she saw them smile. They rarely had anything to smile about if at all. Most of the time, she saw Buck joking around, but his smile never reached his eyes, and with Jett, well, his knife that Draven seemed to favor was his favorite toy.
“What are you thinking right now?” she asked, genuinely curious about what was running through his mind.
“I’m wondering what it’s going to be. Strip to find out the truth, or don’t strip and go back to your room.”
“I’m not a child.”
Axel laughed.
She gritted her teeth, hating them both right now. She turned on her heel, about to leave them both to their misery.
But what about Jett and Buck?
You need to know what happened to them.
Why did they die?
She didn’t leave.
She stopped at the chair and slowly began to remove the shirt she wore. No underwear as none of hers had been returned to her. Neither had any of her clothes.
She had nothing.
Was that what they wanted? For her to have completely nothing and to rely solely on them? For ten years she hadn’t relied on anyone, not even Ethan.
Completely naked, she folded the shirt up and moved to stand in front of her two men. While she still thought of them as hers, she could do this. She could stand naked with her head held high and wait.
“Well, well, well, what do you think, Draven? Has she surprised you?”
“I guess she feels something for Buck and Jett.”
She turned her gaze toward him and waited. She felt something for all of them. When it came to Draven though, he was her weakness, and what was more, she was sure he knew it as well.
He got up out of his chair.
“It makes me wonder exactly how far she’s willing to go.” He circled her, very much a predator circling his prey, waiting to strike.
She stood tall, refusing above all else to back down. He wasn’t the only one here who was strong.
He cupped her cheek, and against her will, she pressed hers to him, revealing so much, and hating herself. Draven laughed.
“Buck was the one to die first out of us all.”
“He was?”
“Yes, to know more, go and kiss Axel.”
“For crying out loud, enough. I get it. You hate me right now, but I’m here. I’m naked.”
“I never said I’d tell you the whole story just by stripping. You know the order they died in. You want to know more, kiss Axel, or go to your room. How important were Buck and Jett to you?”
Was this some kind of test?
She moved toward Axel, leaned down, and just as she was about to kiss him, Draven’s tut interrupted her.
“No, straddle him. Feel his cock, feel how hard he is, and kiss him like you mean it. Not like he’s someone you barely know. Remember, Axel’s been inside your pussy. He knows how tight you are, or at least how tight you once were.”
Axel sat back, and he had this smirk dance across his lips.
Gritting her teeth, she climbed into his lap and waited. His hands went to her hips. She recognized how good they felt on her body. How perfect. How much she’d missed them.
“Damn, Queen, you feel good.”
“Don’t call me that,” she said.
“You were supposed to be our queen.”
“I wanted to be your queen.”
She gasped as he tugged her hand. Her lips smashed against his, their teeth clattering against each other, and she moaned. She sank her fingers into his hair, holding him close, very much aware of how dressed he was compared to her. Her pussy rubbed against him, wanting him to put his cock inside her, to fill her up, to fuck her.
It was like a drug, and she could do no more than ride his body to her completion.
Only, her orgasm was held from her.