Bound To My Ex's Father And Brother

Strangers in Masks

The Vault was exactly what I imagined. It was dark, and opulent,The air smelled of expensive bourbon and raw desire. Dim amber lights cast shadows over plush velvet booths.

I catch sigh of a woman kneeling on the floor with a leash clipped to her throat while a man tugs at the leash. She actually looks happy.

I have not been a happy woman in two years. I wanted whatever she was having.

A woman in a sheer black slip and a black lace veil suddenly blocks my path. She snatches my wet trench coat without a word, exposing my body.

I gasp. “What the—”

"Top of the stairs," she cuts in, with the most bored expression on her face. She points to a spiraling staircase. "The Lords saw you through the cameras, and sent me to get you. Don't keep them waiting, or they’ll get pissed."

My brows furrow.

"I'm sorry. The what?" I ask, not sure I heard correctly.

"Just walk upstairs. Last door by your right." she replies dryly, and nudges me forward with a slight push.

I climb the stairs reluctantly, my legs trembling with each step. Whoever ‘The Lords’ were, they sounded intimidating and hot.

The pain from the betrayal, and rage is the only thing pushing me forward. I finally stop at a heavy dark door I assumed to be where I'm headed. I push it open and step inside.

The room is massive. A long leather chaise sits in the center, and every wall in the room is a deep velvety red. Even the lighting is a dim red.

My gaze sweeps the room, and stops when it lands on two men standing opposite the room.

The air instantly leaves my lungs.

They are enormous. They are wearing black suits tailored to perfection to fit their huge frame. Everything about them screams wealth. But it’s the masks they’re wearing that makes my blood run cold.

They are wearing identical matte leather masquerade masks. One mask has wolf-like details, while the other has a raven detail. The masks conceal everything above their cheekbones except their eyes.

From what is left of their faces, they look sinfully handsome. One man who seems older has strings of silver hair at the tips and dark at the roots, and the other man seems younger, with a mop of dark hair.

The older man is the one with the wolf mask, while the younger one wears the raven mask.

The older man walks close to me, and stops in front of me.

His gaze drags from my messy red hair down to my thick thighs. Heat instantly rushes between my legs.

I haven’t been looked at with that much raw hunger in two years.

"Kneel."

His voice is cold, and velvety. It soothes me and at the same time, it makes me obey his command without a second thought.

My knees hit the rug.

The younger man let out a low, deep chuckle from behind. I never thought a chuckle could sound this hot until now.

"I haven’t seen your pretty face around here," the younger man rasps as he steps towards me. His voice sends a vibration through me.

The older man’s gaze still doesn’t tear away from me. "You’re new."

"Yes,” my voice comes out breathless.

"Where did you get a card from?"

"I don't know," I lie. "I found it on the ground."

The two of them remain silent.

The younger man crouches down so he’s at my level. Up close, he smells like expensive cologne and smoke. My entire body flushes hot.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" he asks.

"I'm not giving it to you," I blurt out before I can think twice.

Giving strangers in a b**m club my name doesn’t sound like the brightest thing to do.

A slow, wicked smile spreas across on his face. "Scared we’ll come stalk you? We don’t bite."

"Why are you here?" The older man asks, cutting into the tension between me and raven mask.

"I caught my husband in our bed," I say straightforwardly. "With my cousin."

A heavy silence hangs in the air.

“Ouch,” raven mask says.

"And that’s not even all. I found out he's been drugging me. He crushed birth control into my vitamins for months, so I couldn't get pregnant. He called me fat, when he was the reason I put on weight!" The betrayal threatens to choke me, but I force the words out. "I gave him everything, and that’s what I get."

I realize I might’ve overshared to men who could care less about my struggles. But they say sharing our problems makes us feel better.

The younger man stops smiling. The older man's jaw lockes. I watch a muscle tick violently in his cheek.

"Give me his name," the younger man demands, his playful tone now serious.

"No." I tip my chin upward. I stare right into his beautiful blue eyes."I'm not giving you his name, and I'm not giving you mine either. Because it doesn’t matter. I came here to feel something. To forget he exists. So either do that, or I leave."

Raven-mask stares at me. Then he let out a genuine, surprised laugh.

He looks at me, pure visible lust darkening his gaze. "You’re fiesty. I like you."

Wolf-mask moves closer, towering over me. I tip my head all the way back just to meet his gaze.

"Listen to me very carefully. You became ours to play with tonight the moment we saw you. We’re not going to be gentle with you tonight. Gentle is what got you here.” he pauses, and grabs my chin. “We’re going to ruin you tonight, and you’re going to beg for every moment."

"Hands behind your back," he orders.

I obey. Raven-mask steps behind me. He wraps a soft, expensive silk rope around my wrists. He pulls the knot tight. My breath hitches, and my thighs press together on instinct.

"Hmm," he murmurs right against my ear. "I can almost smell just how wet you are, and we haven't even touched you yet."

A hot flush crawls up my neck.

Wolf-man fingers move down and hooks my collar, brushing the sensitive part of my neck, leaving my skin feeling hot.

"We’re going to take your sight from you," he hums. "Makes things… interesting. Get up.”

I stand with trembling legs, and a strip of black silk slides across my eyes. He ties the blindfold tight, and the dim light vanishes. My hearing dials up to a pitch.

With my hands bound and my eyes blindfolded, I realize I’m completely at their mercy.

A hand suddenly grips the back of my hair. It isn't painful, but it roots me firmly in place. The hand tugs my head back, exposing my throat.

A thumb brushes against my lower lip.

"Open," wolf-man says.

My mouth part. Cool glass touches my lips, and a heavy liquid pours into my mouth.

I swallow on instinct, and taste wine. The liquid burns a pleasant, warm trail down my throat. It instantly melts the last of the icy tension in my muscles.

"Good girl," the older man praises me. His words send a shiver straight down my spine. "Swallow every drop."

I drink the wine until the glass is pulled away. Then the hand releases my hair.

Raven man steps in front of me. I can feel the heat of his body and his scent fills my lungs. He traces the line of my jaw with one finger.

"You came here to feel desired," he whispers. "We are going to worship every single inch of this body your bastard husband taught you to hate. And by the time we are finished, you’ll never be the same."

My heart races so fast in my chest that I can hear it thrumming against my eardrums.

A wave of panic, fear, and an addictive thrill surges through me.

What the hell am I actually doing here? And with two men?

I’m basically a prude. My s****l experiences were nonexistent, thanks to Ronan.

Can I really do this?

But the darkness clouding my vision, and the silk pressing into my wrists tells me there’s no going back now.

I swallow the lump in my throat.

What have I gotten myself into?