Page 18 of Broken Pieces
“I needed to see if I could do it.” Violet's voice is shaky. I realize she’s started sobbing and I ease up my grip onher hair.
“Do what?” Max asks, stroking the hair from her face. He's so gentle with her.
We’re exactly what she needs, rough and soft.
Two protectors ready to do her bidding.
I want her at my feet, but the truth is she’s the one that’s enslaved me. If she told me to get on my knees for her, I would drop in an instant.
When I let go of her, she holds her arms tight around herself as she hovers next to my car. I run my hands down them and realize she’s freezing cold. From how drunk she is, I doubt she even feels it.
The short, black skirt she’s wearing is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. So tight on her ass and hips, showing her perfect curves off. Her top is more a scrap of fabric than an actual piece of clothing.
Rage bubbles in my blood as I realize how many people have seen her like this tonight. Looking like a fucking pornstar. I know that every guy from that party is going to be jacking off until they can’t see straight because that’s exactly what I want to do.
Who did she dress like this for?
It certainly wasn’t for us.
“What the fuck is this?” I sneer, grabbing a fistful of the fabric on her chest. She looks up at me with hurt in her eyes. Max puts a hand on my arm and I let go.
I can’t stop myself from grabbing her arms and pushing her back against the car. Max stands to the side, close enough to shield her from the view of anyone who might still be watching us and close enough to stop me from doing anything stupid.
“What did you do, Vi? You know you’re ours, don’t you? Max and I don’t like sharing what’s ours with anyone else.” Our bodies arepressed so tight together that I know she can feel how hard I am. She doesn't shy away from the steel pressing into her soft stomach.
Her eyes widen as she looks between me and Max. “It doesn’t work like that, Maddox. You've made it clear you don’t want me. Anyway, you can’t own people—”
“Like fuck we can't. We own this fucking town, Vi. Every single person in it respects Max and fears me. That means we own you as well. How is that not—” she pushes forward, trying to get me off her and I only move back because I let her.
I should just kiss her now. Show everyone she’s off limits. But it’s too complicated between the three of us. Violet belongs to both of us, we both want to be her firsts and are too stubborn to decide who gets what, so we’d rather let her choose even though one of us is going to get their heart broken.
It’ll be me, I know it will.
Nothing bad ever happens to golden boy Max. I shouldn’t be jealous. He’s my twin, part of my soul. But God has it been difficult to watch the mirror version of myself succeed in every way I haven’t.
“No it’s—”
“Jesus Christ, can we please have this argument in the car?” Max says, opening the back passenger door and holding his arm out to help Violet in.
I drop my hands, but don’t move, so she has to brush up against me as she passes. Her floral scent fills my nostrils, calming me down enough to stop seeing red.
She can barely walk in her heels and practically falls into the seat, giving me a perfect view of her ass. I watch as Max helps her in,how he's got enough restraint to not have his hands all over those thick curves is beyond me.
Since when does she even wear shoes like that anyway?
We only see her in oversized t-shirts and jeans or those cute dresses she wears in the summer. The ones that I’ve imagined flipping up so I can sink my cock inside her.
Seeing her dressed up, like she’s down to fuck tonight, has my cock throbbing, but my fists clench at that thought.
Who the hell was she planning on fucking exactly?
She didn’t tell us she was coming here, she used to tell us everything. It’s not like her to even go to a house party like this, not without us anyway.
When she’s with us, we don’t let her out of our sights for a second.
Well, that won’t be happening again.
I’ll shorten the leash she doesn’t even realize she’s wearing and I’ll find a way to keep the three of us together.