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"C'mon Sweetness, eat" Connor said, holding a blueberry in his fingers.
I was in a bathtub, having a nice relaxing bath. When Nate was done, William stood up and disappeared behind the door of an in suite bathroom as his brother slowly pulled himself out of me. His hands caressing my body, fondling my flesh and exploring every curve.
"I really love you, you're ethereal" He whispered against my cheek.
I said nothing to that, perhaps to him it was love. Given the fact that they had monsters for parents, their minds were probably broken beyond repair. Their logic was twisted and the thing that they called love was pure obsession. This fixation he had for me was deeply concerning, out of the three Nate creeped me out the most.
"I could kill for you, I could die for you. I truly wanted this child to be mine but the only solace I find here is that, genetically this baby would still be mine." He murmured in my ear, his lips brushing against my earlobe.
He was scaring me, I never thought that a man so gentle and sweet, could be this insane. When I first saw him, he was respectful, soft spoken and tender but now all I could see was a man dangerously fixated on me.
A fixation so deadly that I was glad for being shared, for not belonging solely to this man who whispered devilish things in my ear.
I turned my head to glance at his face, his eyes were already on me, a small smile creeped up on his face as he continued to stare. His eyes held promises, evil promises of doing great harm to me if I ever tried to escape him.
His orbs reflected his desires, of making me his own in every way possible. He placed an open mouth kiss on my jaw and started to uncuff me. I had no clue how he got his hands on the keys of my cuffs, but I was clueless about a lot of what was happening .
After freeing me, he stood up straight and slid his hands up and down my spine a few more times before William emerged out of the bathroom. He swiftly picked me up in his arms to place me in a warm bath.
Soon, Connor entered the bathroom with a bowl of fruits in his hands.
I opened my mouth when he insisted on feeding me with his own hands. William was massaging my head as I chewed the juicy berries. Nate stood by the sink, observing us like a hawk, his eyes never leaving me alone.
As I stared in his orbs for a little longer, shivers ran down my body making goosebumps appear on my hands.
"You feeling chilly, princess?" William asked, his lips touching my earlobe.
