They bought her.
They owned her.
And the price was sex.
Six
Alison
Alison had to hold the banister to keep from tripping over the train on the black gown. The beading made it heavy as it clung to her body. Her heels were high and if she tipped forward, there was a chance she would tumble down the winding staircase.
The dress cut in a low V to her navel and draped gracefully off her shoulders. It was hard to deny how elegant and sexy it was. The slight train gave it a glamorous feel. It seemed ridiculous to wear this to dinner in the dining room, but she did as she was told. Douglas didn’t seem like the kind of man who joked around, and she wasn’t interested in testing Hunter or Drew.
When she reached the bottom of the staircase she peered around the corner looking for the dining room. The house was eerily dark and quiet.
She didn’t know what it would be like living with two bachelors. Whether they would have sports blaring on the TV at all times. If they would smoke cigars or walk around in their underwear. These two men didn’t seem like other bachelors. They were different.
She listened for the sound of Hunter and Drew talking and walked toward the front entrance of the mansion. An overpowering chandelier hung in the foyer. In front of her was the front door.
There was no one here. No one to see her. No one to stop her.
She slowly picked up the train, weighted by the intricate beading work. Was she actually considering making a run for it? Could she run through the front door to her freedom? How long would it take for them to notice she was gone?
There was no way she would make it far in these heels. She looked to her right. Then her left. The house was quiet. She slid off her shoes, feeling tiny without them to give her extra height. She hiked the dress to her hip, using the open slit in the side as an advantage. She tiptoed toward the massive set of doors.
She didn’t know where she would go on the other side. With each step she took she tried to think of how this could pan out. Would Leo track her down? Would he punish her for ruining his payment plan? What if Hunter and Drew had an angry side she hadn’t picked up on? Would she have to serve a longer term if they caught her?
There wasn’t time to hash out every scenario. It was now or never.
She reached the handle. It was embellished and carved. Her fingers rested on the design. On the other side was the dark night. Night that offered a chance to run. A chance to escape. Night that held more fear. Held retaliation. A life that would never be certain. She pressed her forehead into the planes of the door.
She heard footsteps behind her and jumped. She quickly maneuvered away from the door.
“Going somewhere?”
It was Drew.
She plastered a smile on her face and turned to face him. “I-I had a cramp in my foot from the shoes,” she lied. “I was walking it out in the foyer. The marble is cool on my feet.”
He bent toward the floor and retrieved her heels. They looked tiny in his hands.
“Let me help.”
He strolled toward her and knelt at her feet. Alison felt her throat tighten. She fought back the tears. The regret sank into her shoulders and worked through her body. Tonight’s freedom was gone. She waited too long and let the obstacles paralyze her instead of taking a chance. It was her own fault. She blinked back the first tear.
Drew touched her ankle, raising it from the floor. “How is this?” He slid it into the shoe and then assisted her other foot while she used his shoulder as a balance barre.
She nodded. “I think it’s fine now.”
He grinned, rising slowly from the marble. “You look stunning, Alison.”
It happened involuntarily, but she shivered. It was the good kind. It felt tingly and electric. She wanted to slap herself. That wasn’t supposed to happen. He was her warden, not some kind of prince.
“Thank you.” Her eyes darted away from him, but landed on Hunter strolling toward them.
He was drop-dead gorgeous in a fitted tux. She inhaled sharply as his eyes caught hers.
“You are sexy as sin, sweetheart.” He reached for her hand, drawing her wrist toward his face. She blushed when he turned her hand over and kissed the inside of her palm. She was worried this time they both saw her shiver.
“Shall we?” Drew offered his arm. Hunter was quick to follow on her other side.
Alison let them lead her to the dining room, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that they eyed her as if they wished she was tonight’s dessert.
Seven
Alison
She didn’t know if she could eat. The only thing that made any sense was to douse the night in alcohol. Lots of it.
Drew sat on one side of her and Hunter on the other. They acted as if this a normal dinner. There was nothing normal about it. Alison was determined they wouldn’t forget it.
She wasn’t here voluntarily. Only moments ago she was scouting a way out of this palace prison. The hand-laid stone and the imported glass didn’t make it a home.
“Do you like your room?” Drew asked.
Alison pushed her salad around on her plate.
“It will be fine.”
Hunter’s eyes bore into hers. “Would you like to look at another suite? You could move. You can take your pick.”
“It won’t make a difference.”
“If you don’t like it, you can move, Alison.”
“Can I? Really? How generous of you both.” She glared at them. “Is sleeping in my own bed an option?”
“While you are staying here, this is your home. You can choose any room you like. There are several that might make you feel more comfortable.” Drew didn’t take her bait. He was calm. His voice almost too cool.
She dropped her fork on the plate with a clatter. “Nothing you can do other than letting me go with my full freedom is going to make me feel comfortable.”
Hunter pressed his lips together. “We can’t let you go, Alison.”
She reached for the wine, eager to feel the numbness take over her thoughts. “I figured. Why would you?”
“Exactly. Why would we?” Hunter seemed satisfied with his rhetorical response. There was something about him that exuded masculinity. He was broad chested. His shoulders expansive. The tuxedo seemed to stretch at the seams to accommodate him.
“I think if you give this situation time, you’ll enjoy living here. You can have anything you want.” Drew tried to make the situation better. His eyes were softer than Hunter’s. He had long lashes that were hard to ignore.
“The only thing I want is my freedom, but that’s not an option.”
“No. It’s not.” Hunter refilled her glass. “You might as well drink up and enjoy the night.”
“But not too much,” Drew warned. “We all have a full day at the office tomorrow.”
The office. Again, he tried to make something surreal sound normal.
“I’m not sure I completely understand what you expect me to do for HiTech Global. Maybe you could fill me in.” Alison sat in her chair and waited for a response.
Hunter leaned forward on his elbows. “I’d much rather get to know you. We can talk work tomorrow.”
“I think it’s a fair question.” Drew took a sip of wine. “We could use a talented artist. I’m hoping that’s you.”
Alison twisted her lips together. “I’d like to propose a deal of my own.”
Hunters eyebrows rose. “Really? Like what?”
“If you like my designs for HiTech Global, you’ll let me go early.”
The men looked at each other.
“I’m serious,” she broke the silence in the dining room. “If my logo is the one that is chosen for the series, you let me go. I think it’s fair.”
“I don’t see how something like that would work. By default, I’m not going to pick yours, sweetheart if it means we lose you.” Hunter winked. “Nice try though.”
Alison huffed. “We have to have someone else make the decision. Someone
you trust. But you can’t tell them about the deal.”
Drew cleared his throat. “Those are high stakes.”
She stuck her chin out in defiance. “I think my design will win. And I believe I’ll have my freedom sooner than thirty days.”
Drew chuckled. “You are confident.”
“One more thing.” She caught their attention. “No sex.”
“We already went over this,” they groaned.
“It’s part of my negotiation. No sneaking in my room at night. Nothing. I’ll stay until I’m ready to present the design and then you have to let me go. Do we have a deal?”
The candlelight flickered on the table. Alison held her breath.
Drew held his hand forward first. “I can’t believe you would insinuate we would ‘sneak.’”
“Is there a deal or not?”
He smiled. “We have a deal.”
Hunter was obviously frustrated. “Fine. We have a deal.”
She smiled and for the first time took a full bite of steak. It wouldn’t be long before she was out of here.
The only light in the room came from a sliver shining from the bathroom. Alison sat forward when she thought she heard someone near the bed. Was it breathing? Had she forgotten to lock the door? She was certain she had checked it twice.
“Who’s there?” she whispered.
“Shh. It’s just me,” Hunter answered.
“And me,” Drew echoed.
She swallowed hard, pulling the sheet to her chest. “You aren’t supposed to be here. How di you get in here?” she asked.
“We wanted to make sure you were sleeping ok,” Hunter explained. “We have keys. It’s our house, remember.”
She nodded. “I’m fine. You can go. I was sleeping until you got here. You scared me half to death.”
“We’re sorry. Let us make it up to you.”
Just then Drew peeled the comforter back and slid into the empty space next to her.
“W-what are you doing?” she stammered.
He threw the blanket over his head and disappeared in the depths of the bed. She felt the hard ridges of his naked body slide along hers.
“I think if you wait a second, he’ll show you,” Hunter teased.
“But…” Her line of questioning was interrupted the second she felt him hook his thumbs on her panties and drag them over her thighs.
Hunter hovered over her, staring at her with his coal-black eyes. A wicked smile widened across his face just as his lips crushed against hers.
Alison struggled for a second but his tongue twirled along hers and she eased into the kiss as she felt the unexpected heat of Drew’s mouth between her slit. She squirmed when Hunter sucked at the corners of her lips.
“Spread your legs for him baby,” he commanded.
Her eyes lifted to his and she did as he requested, but for the life of her she couldn’t figure out why. The thrill of how dirty and wrong this was shot through her. She let her knees fall wide and then Drew went wild, licking and sucking her clit.
“Ohh,” she moaned when he pushed a finger inside her.
Hunter grinned, pushing the straps from her arms and revealing her tits to the air. His mouth landed on her nipple, ravishing it with his tongue.
Why was she doing this? And why did it feel so fucking good?
“Oh God,” she whimpered when Drew pushed another finger inside her. His scruff chafed the inside of her thigh. He was relentless.
Hunter drew her nipple between his teeth. “Fuck you have perfect tits.”
All she could do was nod as the sensations took over. She let one man feast between her legs as the other worshipped her breasts, distracting her with passionate kisses.
“W-what is happening?” she gasped.
Hunter kissed her throat. “You’re getting ready to be fucked beautifully, baby.”
“I what?” She tried to sit up, but Drew’s tongue pushed inside her and she felt her core tremble with something hungry and desperate.
He pulled her folds wider, lapping at her juices.
“Your body is ripe for us, isn’t it? You want us? Together.”
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” But her body betrayed her. Her nipples were as hard as tiny pebbles. Her pussy ached for more of Drew’s tongue.
Hunter reached for the waistband on his pants. “Think you can handle a cock like this?”
Alison tried to focus. The orgasm was building. She was clawing and clinging to the sheets. What Drew did with his tongue was unbelievable. And if she had to the chance to see Hunter’s cock right now, she knew the only thing she wanted was to suck him until she tasted his come. Her body was on fire. She was reckless and wild.
“First your mouth and then your sweet pussy,” Hunter growled.
“Yes,” she whispered.
Nothing had ever felt so wicked.
She bucked at Drew’s tongue. Her fingers reached toward Hunter. She wanted his hard erection in her hands. She wanted to feel the silkiness of his skin.
“Ohh.” Her hand floated through the air. He seemed farther away, as if he were walking in the wrong direction. Why didn’t he climb in bed with them?
She reached and swatted but he wasn’t there.
Suddenly her eyes flew open.
She sat straight up.
Holy shit. It was a dream. Her bed was empty. She tried to catch her breath as she walked over to the door. She checked the lock, it was still in place.
“Oh my God.” She pressed her palm to her forehead. Her skin was damp and flushed. She looked around the room and grabbed a chair from the desk, securing it under the doorknob.
“No. No. No.” She climbed back and bed and tried to put the dream out of her head. But no matter what she did, it was impossible not to remember the look in Hunter’s eyes while Drew was between her legs. And the worst part, was that it was probably the biggest turn on of her life.
Alison rolled on her side, forcing herself to think of anything else, but it was pointless. The men were in her head and the harder she tried the deeper the memory burrowed.
Eight
Drew
The next morning Drew walked into Alison’s office without bothering to knock. Damn, she looked fucking edible in high heels and the tight pencil skirt that hugged her ass. He had to remind his cock to stay in check.
He cleared his throat, forcing her to look up from her desk.
“I supposed you’re here to tell me what the artwork entails for your new project?” Her eyebrows rose.
Drew folded his arms across his chest. He couldn’t blame her for being hostile all the time. The situation was out of control, but he knew there was no going back. Once he had supported Hunter, he was in a hundred percent.
“First I want to make sure you were given a proper orientation to the company from human resources.”
Alison nodded. “I was. It seems a little ridiculous though.”
“It’s not. I’ll tell you what happened. A couple years ago our payroll department was hacked.”
Alison’s eyes widened. “Wh-what?”
“Yeah.” He nodded. “So, we take all employee information very seriously. Don’t worry. That’s not going to happen again. We’ve added firewalls. Whoever the hacker was, was pretty clever.”
“Really?” She tilted her head. “But you never caught them?”
“No. Never. Anyway, if you’ve gone through HR, I think we should talk about what’s next for you. Wouldn’t you like to know what you’re designing?” he asked.
She looked around. “This office is over-the-top. You could have at least put me in a cubicle so everyone else didn’t think I was sleeping with the bosses.”
“Is that what they think?” He smirked.
“Wouldn’t you if the new girl waltzed in and on her first day got the corner office with her own assistant?”
Drew shrugged. He didn’t give a damn what the employees thought about why Alison was here.
“I just need to know you ha
ve everything you need to complete the project.” He looked at the design table he had ordered this morning. He was pleased it had been delivered so promptly. She also had a new laptop, phone, and the latest design programs.
“I can’t think of anything else. I just need you to tell me the project. Is it a video game? One of your new apps?” She looked agitated.
“Is there something wrong with the products HiTech Global creates?” he questioned.
“No. I just can’t believe I’m going to help you make millions of dollars after all this, but that’s the price of my deal, so just go ahead and tell me. What’s the newest and greatest thing that will make you and Hunter ultra-rich.”
“Alison, it has nothing to do with making us rich.”
She huffed. “Likely.”
He sat in the soft white leather chair in front of her desk. “Would you like for me to explain it to you?”
“I’m listening.”
“You are competing for the winning design of the Soar Foundation.”
“A foundation?” Her beautiful lips parted with surprise.
He felt his chest tighten. Even the smallest movements she made, drove him wild.
“Yes. It’s our children’s foundation. The pinnacle of what we are trying to achieve at HiTech Global. Yes, we are fortunate to have padded bank accounts. Hunt and I know how lucky we are. We don’t take it for granted. Over the years we’ve tried to figure out how we could give back. What the right way was to show our gratitude. This idea has been in the works for years. That’s why it’s so important that we get it right. The branding of the Soar Foundation has to show the world that if they give to our foundation, whether it’s through time or money, that they are part of a cause greater than them. They are part of a family.”
“I don’t believe it.” Alison blinked. The green in her eyes glistening. “This is for a charity?”
He chuckled. “We’re not green-headed monsters. We have hearts, despite all your pre-conceived ideas.”
“My pre-conceived ideas are based on the reality of my situation.”
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