The Sinners of Saint Amos - Logan Fox Page 0,141

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“For what?” When I frown at him, a faint smile touches his mouth.

“For treating you so poorly. For withholding information. Withholding…our affection.”

My eyes dart to Apollo, but he looks away. When I turn to Reuben, his face hardens.

What the hell is going on?

Maybe I am too late—a bottle of whiskey and several joints too late. The malevolence seeping out of these men feels like it’s all directed at me.

Just your imagination.

Just your—

“So I think it’s time we righted some of those wrongs, don’t you?”

I shake my head. “Stop with the games. Just tell me what you found and then I’ll leave.”

Zachary snatches my wrist, moving so fast that I don’t have time to step back. “No, see, Miss Malone…we insist.”

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Zach

Trinity’s pulse flutters like a hummingbird’s heart under my thumb. She’s not terrified, but definitely unnerved. I guess it’s a good thing I went ahead and smoked as much as Apollo said I should. The last thing I want is to accidentally break this pretty little thing.

Not when there’s still so much pain to wring out of her.

And pleasure, of course, but that has always been secondary.

“Cass,” I call out. “Get ready.”

Trinity’s amber eyes open a touch wider. She tries to peer around me, but I move to the side and block her view. “Let’s not spoil the surprise.”

From behind me comes the sound of someone’s belt being removed. The metallic clink of the buckle sends a rush of blood to my cock. She has no idea what’s coming…but I can see she’s already convinced herself she knows exactly what will happen next. Meanwhile, I’m getting a semi just from the thought of what we have in store for her.

I cup her face in my hand. “We made a deal a few days ago, do you remember?”

Her face turns a shade paler. When I take a step back, urging her forward, she digs in her heels instead. “No,” she murmurs, shaking her head.

“You don’t remember?”

“No, Zachary, please. I…” Her brow furrows, and she darts to the side to see past me again.

With another smooth step, I block her view. I grab her chin, wrenching her head back and forcing her to look up at me.

“That’s not how this works, girl. You want something, and so do we.”

She flinches at the pet name. “I’ve changed my mind. I don’t—”

I dig my fingers into her chin, feeling her jaw move as she snaps her mouth closed.

“Of course you do. Stop denying it.”

I’m holding her too tight for her to nod but I take the widening of her eyes as agreement.

“Good. No use wasting our energy on fighting.” I turn my head a little. “Ready, Cass?”

“Yeah.” He sounds too serious. Grim, almost.

Goosebumps break out on my bare arms, and it has nothing to do with the chill air down here.

We’re used to the cold, my brothers and I. That basement was cold and damp and disgusting—so it’s no wonder. Trinity’s little dress doesn’t seem to be keeping her very warm taking into account her trembling lips and cool skin.

But it could also be fright.

Because when someone behind me snaps a belt those bright, amber eyes dull, dread replacing her uneasiness. She even stops shivering for a second as she turns those terrified eyes to me.

Yeah, keep your eyes on me, little girl. Because if you happen to look down, you’ll get an idea of just how much I’m enjoying this.

Which is exactly what she does. She rips her face out of my fingers, leaving red marks behind, and tries to peel my fingers off her wrist.

“Let me go,” she murmurs. “Please, Zach, let me go.”

“So now it’s Zach?” I jerk her into me, grab the small of her back and grind my dick into her stomach. “And when exactly did we become such good friends?”

Something akin to a whimper escapes her lips. She starts struggling against me, another breathless, “No!” slipping out of her trembling lips.

“Jesus, is this happening or not?” Cass demands behind me.

Guess I go out of my way to be cruel sometimes, even to those who don’t deserve it.

I grab Trinity’s arms, fumbling with her when she tries to rip free, and turn her to face my brothers. She tries to step back, but I keep her in place with my body.

We don’t have the kind of props and equipment down here that we had in the basement. No wire-framed beds with handy straps. No suspended rails and butcher’s hooks.

But we have Reuben.

He’s sitting on the couch, feet firmly planted.