Torn Between Two Alpha Brothers

Faux Intimacies

GRETA:

"Let me down, Klaus!" I snap, thumping him in the back as he crosses us over to the other side of the room, before the closet. His back is like a brick wall, unmoved by my weak blows.

When he finally places me on the floor, I am breathing heavily and close to tears. My whole skin sings with frustration and irritation as I try to hold myself back from hitting him across the cheek.

The smile is gone from his face and he is so focused on taking out the pins from my hair and assaulting me with his beautiful scent; a combination of peppermint and cardamom, laced with a tinge of citrusy essence.

"Let me go!" I cry out, my voice conveying my frustration as I push him off me. But he is unmovable.

When he looks down at me, he bores holes into my skin with his blue eyes that borders between stormy gray under the light and cerulean blue when he is in the dark. My mouth clamps shut and I blink a few times before moving away from him.

"I understand that you are agitated Greta," His voice thickens as he pulls the last pin from my hair. It falls to my shoulder and around my whole body and he reaches out to my face, grazing his fingers against my caked up skin as he pushes stray strands of hair behind my ear. "Get over it. I don't know why you're making things hard for us both."

"Hard for us both?" I ask, my voice conveying my incredulity. "You had me kidnapped, Klaus. You almost killed my husband—"

He raises his hand to stop me. "Point of correction, he is not your husband. My men were able to extract you before the vows were made."

Anger flows through me like untapped current. I can almost feel the electricity running through my veins and all I wish for is an electrocution once my hand is planted on his f*****g handsome face.

"You are unbelievable, Klaus. Unbelievably evil. Why are you doing this? Didn't you ask me to leave? What do you want from me again?" My lips tremble and I am unable to control my tears. "Or do you want me to pay you back? I have about sixteen thousand dollars left. I'll send it to you as soon as possible and pay up the rest. Will you then let me go?"

His expression darkens and he leans close enough for me to feel his breath fan my cheek. "Is that intended to be an insult? I don't need the money. I have more and everyday, I make more than that. You desperately needed money for you and your boyfriend and I gave you enough for you both's standards. I don't need the money back and you are not here because you owe me shit."

"Then why am I here?" I ask. Maybe I should beg him to let me go. Maybe he needs me to do something for me. "Why, Klaus? I beg you. If you need me to do something for you, I will, I promise! Just let me go home. My husband needs me. Your men beat him up."

"He is not your husband!" He snaps, growling as something flashes in his eyes. At first, I see how red his irises turn but it is gone immediately. That must have been a figment of my imagination. I've been watching a lot of horror movies lately. But still, I am afraid of him.

"He is my husband, Klaus. I don't care what you think. Just let me go!"

Ignoring me, he plants his hand on my shoulders, forcefully turning me to face the closet as he begins to unzip my dress. I want to fight him off but when I realize how powerless I am against his hold, I remain still.

My zip comes open and the veil is pulled from around my hair, leaving my back bare and open for him to feast on. Pulling at the arms of my wedding gown, he lets it drop before pulling my hand out of its sleeves and leaving my back fully bare.

"You have a tattoo," he whispers behind me, his voice husky and clipped. When I feel his fingers graze the skin where my tattoo is drawn, I jump, feeling a new jolt of energy pass through me. My lips clamp shut and I sink my teeth into my lip so hard I can nearly feel blood in my mouth. "This is old Celtic language, right?"

I ignore him. I want to move out of his hold, not because I am uncomfortable, but because I am slowly relaxing into him and loving the feel of his hands on me. I want more than just teasing touches, I want his hands all over me and as I battle with these thoughts, he finally pulls the dress off me, leaving me wearing nothing but a pair of thongs.

"Face me," He commands. And like I am under a spell, I do as he has asked, turning slowly to see him staring at my face like he is fighting not to break. Then his eyes slowly travel down my neck, closing in on the necklace I have on. Sighing, he closes his eyes and face palms. "Don't tell me you wore fake jewelry to your supposed wedding, Greta?"

My cheeks flush in embarrassment. "It's what I can afford. Don't shame me for it."

He scoffs before taking my hand and leading me towards a door which opens to one of the most beautiful bathrooms I've ever set my eyes on. I pause for a moment, taking the clean marble walls in before looking down at my feet to see how beautifully painted the mural tiles are. There is a mirror standing far off from us and yes, this bathroom is two times bigger than my apartment, I have to shamefully admit. The plumbing system is made out of pure chrome, glistening under the bright lights illuminating the bathroom.

Close to the bathtub at the other end of the room, there is a window large enough to let me pass through and it overlooks the other mansions very far away from here. I can sit here and watch the sunset. I imagine myself, naked and bathing with sweet smelling soaps and shampoo, enjoying the feel of soap lather gliding against my skin as I watch the beautiful sun go down over the horizon. Even better when it's raining.

I feel a pang of guilt brewing in my chest. I sound and feel so relaxed thinking about this. It's really selfish of me to imagine this life while Kylian suffers back at home and before I can plead with Klaus to at least let me speak to him, he replies to me.

"I am not shaming you for not being able to afford anything. I mean, you are twenty thousand dollars richer. I am talking about your pathetic, good for nothing boyfriend who wants to get married to you but is unable to afford basic jewelry."

My fists clench and my embarrassment heightens. Blinking, I turn away from him just as he leans into the bathtub to turn on the taps. “He is not a good for nothing boyfriend. He is really kind to me.”

Snorting, he replies. “He sure is.”

“I love him more than anything.”

“Wait till you realize how wrong you sound.”

“Wrong? What's that supposed to mean?”

"How do you like your water?" He asks, ignoring my question.

Without looking at him, I gave him a reply. "Cold."

Nodding, he turns one tap on and stands back, watching as it fills the tub. For a full minute, we maintain silence. I use that opportunity to look around while thinking about how I got to be naked with this man.

It just doesn't feel right. Wrapping my hand around my body, I turn away from him before speaking. "You can leave now. I am sure to take a proper bath myself."

"So you can run away this time?" He scoffs and something pops. He has just opened a liquid bath wash and is pouring it into the water. "I am not letting you out of my sight."

"Why are you doing this?" I finally ask. "Can you at least be honest with me? I am genuinely confused. One moment, you are really cold and the next, you sound happy to talk to me. Why am I here?"

He gives me no reply. Gently placing the shampoo on the marble slab behind the tub, he turns to look at me. "I don't know, Greta. And even if I do, you wouldn't even understand."

"Your mother. She hates me. I am sure everyone around here does. Also, I don't even know a thing about you. Why does it feel like something is being hidden from me? Why am I here? Is there a reason?"

He ignores me and comes towards me. "Take off your panties."

"No." I move away from him, feeling my heart thud against my chest. His eyes narrow as they rake down my body and honestly, this is the most seen I have ever felt in a long time. Not even Kylian has looked at me in this manner and here, all this man is doing is stare at me like he is a predator, waiting to pounce on me. "This is absolutely inappropriate. Talk to me, at least! Tell me so I'll know what is going on."

A knock sounds on the door before he can give me a reply. Sighing, he walks towards me, close enough for me to catch a whiff of his scent once again. His eyes linger on my bare breasts before traveling up to my face and when I think he's going to reach out for me and graze my lips with his thumb, he pulls away.

"I am going to leave you to take your bath. But know something right now, if you f*****g try to sneak out, either through this window or the balcony, you will be returned back here by my men and I'll make you regret ever making that decision."

As soon as he leaves, I stare at the bathtub, confused, feeling strangely hot and bothered.