“She’s pretty.” Carmine’s lips twisted, making his hazel eyes gleam. “I bet she tastes as sweet as a Georgia peach.”
“It’s a shame you’ll never find out.”
Carmine’s eyes narrowed in on me. “You seem particularly fond of this one.”
He had no idea. Sweet, sweet, Kya with her smooth creamy skin begging to be marked. Seeing her slender body strung up was the single most erotic moment of my life. Arms stretched over her head while her stomach quivered.
I wanted to trace the row of freckles on her ribs. Bite into the small strawberry birthmark on the nape of her neck, and devour every last sweet drop of her until she was all I could taste.
The mere memory of her blood tinting my tongue had my cock hard enough to shatter glass.
But that wasn’t why Carmine was interested. Which was precisely why Kya was locked in my room, instead of the pens in the basement.
“Better make sure the room is locked nice and tight,brother.”
I smirked at my brother’s warning. He wasn’t the only one who could play this game. Did Carmine ever ask himself why every single one of my ‘vacations’ was his type?
I preferred breaking down confident alpha females. It was Carmine that liked the demure, shy ones.
The fact that Kya had red blended in her chestnut hair was icing on the cake. Natural auburn’s were a rare commodity to find. We’d only come across one before, but Carmine knew that.
“Let’s not keep Jackson waiting.” I turned away from the door and headed down the hall. “He’ll have half the house looking for us in about five minutes.”
“So? Let him look. I’d prefer to stay here and introduce myself to your new pet.” He dragged out the word pet, stating his disdain in a subtle way.
“She’s mine, Carmine.” I tipped my head back at him. “You know the rules.”
“You better keep an eye on your toy, brother,” he growled in response. “I’d hate for something to happen to her.”
I spun around, meeting my brother’s glare. “You sure you want to threaten me?”
“I’m just stating a fact.” He stepped up with his chest puffed out. “Accidents happen all the time. It’d be a shame if she got hurt.”
Snorting, I turned around and continued on my way. Carmine might be a few inches bigger, but it wouldn’t be the first time I’d knocked him off his pedestal.
“I could always just hack your door?”
“Good luck with that.” Considering he had to have Tobias help him check his email, I doubted his plans for espionage would work out very well. “I’m sure you can find another toy to play with, after we talk to our brother.”
“He asked for you, not me.”
My brow rose. If Jackson had to explain to Carmine that he did what he had to one more time, I was going to break my vow of silence.
Jackson thought it was his job as the eldest to shoulder all the blame for what happened. There was only one person to blame, and it wasn’t Jackson.
“Were the words ‘family meeting’ used?”
Carmine sighed. “Meaning?”
“Meaning, Tobias is probably already there.” I rolled my eyes his way. “Like it or not, ‘family meeting’ includes you.”
I got an incoherent grunt in response.
How smug would our little brother be when he found out that I not only pulled the trigger, but I’d planned the entire thing. Jackson just happened to be there.
If he had tried to stop me, I’d have shot him too. I almost took the gun into Carmine’s room that night. The same brother he hated so much, was the only reason he was alive now.
The artwork hanging on the wall reminded me how much value Jackson put in the word family. It wasn’t the Van Gogh’s or Monet’s that spoke to this. It was the painting of two little boys in a field that hung beside the staircase.
