Page 9 of Brothers' Brat
CHAPTER 7
HUDSON
Heat radiates from Leila's body as we sprawl her across our laps. My hand comes down on her round, firm backside again, the sound echoing. Her breasts are pressed against my lap, and as much as I want the soft flesh filling my other hand, I settle for wrapping my fingers around her delicate neck. She's so fucking perfect.
"Stop fighting," I rasp, my voice strained with a hunger I don't think I'll ever be able to quell. Not even if she does exactly what I'm demanding. I slap her other bare cheek which causes her to jerk in our hold, grinding her tits against my hard dick.
Hayden's breath hitches beside me as his finger delves inside her pussy without warning, rough and unyielding. "Let go, Leila. Just let it happen," he growls, his command slicing through the tension like a skate blade on fresh ice.
Our sister is writhing and bucking against our hold, and part of me doesn't want her to lose her fiery spirit. Her struggles fuel our desire for her. I'm well aware that this is nothing more than a twisted dance between the three of us where every movement stokes the flames higher.
"Do you want to know who I think of when you make me come?" Leila spits the words, a death wish of sorts that we won't grant her. I feel Hayden tense up, and I glare at him, silently telling my brother to keep it together. He'd snap her in half before he let another man touch her, and she knows that. She's playing him like a fiddle.
She's not even looking at Hayden or me, but she's in tune with us to know that we're struggling to keep it together. She laughs, but there's no humor in her voice. Hayden's eyes light up, and he withdraws his finger from inside her tight hole. I grab his hand, bending all but his pointer and middle finger down, and shove them inside her roughly. "She's fucking with you. The only ones on her mind ever are us. Keep finger fucking her pussy. Make her come," I snarl, tightening my grip on her waist. I can feel the tremors running through her body, the clench of muscles that betray the fine line she's walking between defiance and release.
"Fuck you both," she spits out, her voice shaking with rage and pleasure.
"Wrong answer," I say through gritted teeth, my own arousal pulsing against her chest. I know she can feel it, how much I need her right now.
"Give in," Hayden insists, his voice a dark command that winds around her resistance, seeking to unravel it completely.
Leila's reply is only a guttural sound, half-moan, half-snarling refusal, and it resonates deep within me, echoing the way my soul feels right now.
I feel Hayden’s impatience mirroring my own, a silent understanding passing between us as we navigate this game with the only girl who can make us finally feel whole.
"Let… me… go," comes Leila's sweet gasp, the words punctuated by another desperate attempt to free herself from our grasp.
"Never," I slap her ass again, cupping my hand over the red flesh and soaking in the heat that radiates from her.
The rhythmic sound of Hayden's long fingers fucking in and out of her fades into the background as I focus on the sound Leila makes as her struggles deplete, her breaths coming out in sharp, ragged pulls.
"God, she's tight," Hayden murmurs, his voice laced with raw lust as he withdraws his fingers slowly, purposefully. He brings them to his lips, eyes locking with mine, and sucks—deep and indulgent.
I can't tear my gaze away from the sight; it feels like a string pulling taut inside me, ready to snap. "Sweetest thing I've ever tasted," he adds, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She lies nearly still, exhausted from fighting us.
My hand moves of its own accord, fingers spreading Leila's ass apart, baring her to our view. The air is thick with desire, the scent of her arousal mingling with the musk of our own. "Can't wait to fuck every hole on her body," I confess, words spilling out as if Hayden hadn't had the same thought over and over since Leila started avoiding us.
Hayden grunts in agreement, the sound vibrating through the room. "She's perfect," he admits, though his tone holds a shadow of something else—a bitter acknowledgment of her disdain for us.
"Even if she hates us," I add in what he didn't say, the last three words hanging between us. My cock is throbbing and painfully hard as if to punctuate my point. It's a raw ache that demands attention, demands her.
Hayden's finger returns to its place at her entrance, sliding back inside with a slickness that shows me just how much our sister wants us inside her. Her pussy wraps around him, and then he pushes forward as far as it'll go. As if reading my mind, he pulls out of her pussy and moves to her asshole, breaching her just to the first knuckle, and by the way his eyes widen at me, I know that's as far as he's able to push inside.
Fuck me.
The sight of her, so vulnerable and so damn defiant, is an intoxication that we can't deny ourselves even if she never fully complies.
"My body would react if anyone was touching me. Let me go!" she snarls, the venom in her voice clashing with the tremble in her limbs as she thrashes beneath us, a wild thing caught in our trap. Her demand is fierce, desperate, and ultimately it doesn't matter because we know she's lying. She recoils from other men in a different way than she does from Hayden and me. She hates that she doesn't hate us, and that only spurs us on.
"What did I tell you about lying, Leila?" I grip her throat because she's testing my patience, and it was already threadbare.
"Think Dad'll find someone better for you?" Hayden's words drip sarcasm, his blue eyes glinting with dark amusement as he pulls his finger out of her and slaps her ass roughly, and then pushes her to land on the floor. "Come on, little liar. You look thirsty," Hayden says, his jaw flexing, and that's what tells me that he's in his head thinking about what she said. No one has ever touched her except for us; neither of us would allow it. We'd break bones, slit throats, whatever it took if it even seemed like someone might try to take her from us, and that includes our father. Nothing comes before Leila in our minds. But hearing the words from her mouth has him fucked up. I know how Hayden works, and if I try to calm his temper, it'll only flare it even more.
He doesn't have to tell me what he's thinking. I'm already a stride ahead of him when he wraps a hand around her throat, his eyes boring into hers as he makes our sister walk on her tiptoes toward the oak bar across the room.
CHAPTER 8
HUDSON