Page 36 of Don’t Hate Me (Secrets of Ravens Hollow #2)

With my hair freshly washed and dried and a new skirt and top on, I make my way back down the stairs.

Onyx and Reef both left me alone to finish off my shower, saying they were going for a workout in the gym.

With nothing better to do, I keep wondering what the twins are up to, and I know Onyx said to stay out of it, but I can’t help myself.

I tap at the door of the den where Orlando and Romeo have been hiding out for hours.

How much could there possibly be to say about their trip home?

They fly to Italy and kill their papa, then leave their younger brother Valentine in charge, sounds simple to me.

I could plan it out for them, maybe even be useful.

“Come in,” Orlando calls back, a hint of impatience in his tone. That tells me one of two things: he and Romeo aren’t getting along or he doesn’t want to be disturbed. Bad fucking luck, I’m bored because of them.

I open the door, smiling cheekily at them.

“Doll face.” Romeo returns my smile.

They both look pleasantly surprised to see me, sitting on the two wicker armchairs in the center of the room with even a grin on Orlando’s face. He shoves some paperwork back into a folder and leans behind him, placing it on his desk.

My fingers itch to see what they were looking at. Was it the hit on me, a contract of some type, or something else they are hiding from me? “Lunch is going to be ready soon,” I say, but really, it’s just an excuse to interrupt them and find out what they’re up to.

Orlando beckons me closer with a gentle gesture, his eyes twinkling as he pats his lap.

I raise a brow, surprised, but move through the room toward him anyway, drawn to him every damn time like a moth to a flame.

Romeo’s eyes don’t leave mine as I perch on his brother’s lap.

Orlando kisses my cheek, tugging me closer to him, as he breathes me in like he missed me in the hours we have had apart.

I get it, after spending so much time in close quarters with him, I’m struggling not having him constantly by my side.

It’s the strangest feeling and one I don’t want to get used to.

It’s probably for the best he’s going on this trip.

It’ll give us some much-needed space before I start having feelings I can’t afford to have for him.

“Are you done planning your papa’s demise yet? If not, I have ideas for you both.” I grin at Romeo.

Romeo chuckles playfully. “I’m sure you do, doll face, but this is a little more complicated than slitting his throat.”

“Shame, that move was very effective on the last Moretti who wronged me,” I say as more of a threat than I should in the presence of two more Morettis, but they should know what I’m capable of.

Orlando’s hand dusts up my arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He’s awfully touchy-feely right now. His lips drop to my ear, and he sinks his teeth in. “You can’t just go around slitting everyone’s throats, treasure,” he growls, and I know he heard the dig at the two of them. Well, good.

“Just the motherfuckers who deserve it.” I wink at Romeo, and I know he agrees with me by the cruel smirk that plays on his lips.

The shrill ring of Orlando’s phone cuts through the air, and he looks at me with newfound gravity. “Don’t say a fucking word, treasure. That’s not a warning, it’s a threat. If you do, you will regret it.”

I zip my lips, wondering what got up his ass all of a sudden.

“What is it?” he answers the phone, an edge to his voice.

“Malachi has you sorted out. Private plane on route for Rome.” When I hear Jagger’s voice come down the line, I know exactly why I got the threat. My heart kicks up a beat, so desperate to speak to my brother. I glance back at Romeo, not sure what to do.

Romeo is in front of me in a split second, his hand over my mouth. I stare up at him, annoyed he’s silencing me.

Orlando’s hand dances across my thigh. “Good. And the second request?”

“Sorted. Now can I talk to her?”

An ache forms in my chest, suffocating and all-consuming.

Romeo shakes his head, telling me not to do it.

I close my eyes and suck in a deep breath, trying to get myself under control.

I know this is for the best, but it’s so damn hard when I miss him like crazy.

And I can hear how desperate he is to talk to me.

“Soon,” Orlando responds, then he disconnects the call.

Romeo drops his hand, and I whimper a cry. “You’re communicating with Jagger?” I look between them. I knew Romeo and Jagger were working together, but I never in a million years expected Orlando to be a part of it.

Orlando’s finger brushes under the hem of my skirt. “He’s helping us, yes.”

I blink back at him. “How long will you be gone for?” I ask, trying not to sound as clingy as I feel.

“A week at least,” Orlando answers.

“A whole week,” I mutter, disappointed for so many reasons. Number one, I want off this island. “What am I supposed to do while you’re gone?”

“I’m sure Onyx and Reef can think of many ways to occupy your time. Chasing you around the house, warm showers, a little playful punishment. If I could trade places with one of them, I would,” Romeo says cheekily, and I know these fuckers were watching us.

I let out a heavy sigh, needing space. I push out of Orlando’s grip on me and stand.

No wonder he was all touchy-feely with me; he just watched two other guys playing with me.

The chill of the storm seeps through the glass as I walk to the window, watching it still raging outside.

“I’m going crazy. I’m going to do something you both don’t like,” I warn as I turn back to them slowly.

They watched me, then they know how serious I am. Not even I know what I will do next.

Orlando joins me, his warm hand resting at my waist, fingers tangling in my hair as his eyes gaze down at me. “No, you’re not. You’re going to be a good girl and do what the boys tell you to. So when we get back, you can be rewarded.”

Why my pussy throbs instantly with need when he says those words I have no idea. “With what? A trip home to my club?” I ask, hoping to God that’s what he means.

Romeo approaches, a cocky grin splitting his handsome face, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

“I have a few other ideas for you, but if that’s what you want, we can have our fun back on the mainland.

” His fingers lace with mine, and he tugs me out of Orlando’s grip.

The touch of his lips on mine as he kisses me is electric.

“Can you be a good girl for us, Sloane?”

I stare back at him. “Yes,” I whisper, all breathy at the flirty way he said it.

The temperature in the room just got a hell of a lot hotter.

I flick my gaze back to Orlando; he’s so close to me and looking just as predatory as Romeo.

“Okay, things just got w-weird,” I stutter.

I try and take a step back, but I can’t with Orlando’s hand on my waist and Romeo holding my hand so firmly.

They have me right where they want me—trapped in between them.

I swallow the lump in my throat, wondering what the hell is going through their minds.

“Are we making you uncomfortable?” Romeo asks cheekily, a playful glint in his eyes.

“No, it’s just hot in here, isn’t it?” I glance between the two of them, feeling like they just got even closer to me.

Orlando smirks like the damn devil himself. “I’m not hot, are you, Romeo?”

Mischief dances in his eyes, a sparkle promising Romeo’s idea of fun. “No, I think it’s just Sloane. Your cheeks do look very flushed, doll face.”

The brush of Orlando’s lips against my neck, followed by a kiss just below my earlobe, makes my skin tingle with anticipation. Light and sensual in a way that sends all sorts of signals to my lady parts.

“What are you doing?” I whisper, not sure how to take this flirtatious side of them at the same time. It feels like I’m being led down a dark road with danger waiting for me just around the corner.

Romeo’s hand, warm and slightly rough, moves down my side, his fingers brushing the edge of my skirt hem. The light touch of his hand on my bare thigh sends a jolt of electricity through me. “Showing you what good girls get,” he says like it’s damn obvious.

Butterflies dance in my stomach. “Together?” I ask the obvious, except it’s not because these two hate each other.

“If that’s what you want, treasure?” Orlando’s hand tangles into my top, and in one move he has the silk fabric tugged over my head, exposing my lacy bra.

I suck in a deep breath, my chest heaving, fighting the urge to pant like a fucking bitch in heat.

Orlando’s hand roughly massages my tits through the soft lace fabric of my bra as he nips kisses along my collarbone. “You didn’t answer me.” His words vibrate against my skin.

“Yes,” I say, forgetting why I even came in the room in the first place. How did the two of them get me all tangled up with them so damn quickly?

Romeo grins at me. “Yes what, doll face?”

“Yes, I want both of you,” I moan, not able to help it because Orlando bites my nipple through the lace fabric of my bra at the same time as I try and answer.

Romeo’s hand shoves a little further up under my skirt, and taking a handful of my ass, he squeezes roughly as his lips meet with mine again.

While he kisses me, he makes fast work of tugging my panties down my legs, and I help him, stepping out of them.

He grips them in his hand before slipping them in his pocket.

He must have quite a collection by now. I swear whenever the two of us are together I never get them back.

At the same time Orlando removes my bra, leaving me in just my skirt. He sucks my nipple into his mouth so hard, I know it’s going to leave a mark, but right now I don’t give a shit, this all feels so damn good. And when it comes to them, I’m greedy and want more.

The two of them shuffle me a couple of steps back to the desk, laying me down delicately. I find the document Orlando had earlier, glancing at it quickly before he scoops it out of my hands before I have time to read what it was all about.

Romeo wastes no time in distracting me, hiking my skirt up and over my hips so it bunches around my waist, exposing my pussy and ass to him. “Fuck, I have missed you,” he says, pushing my legs out wide as he eats me up with his eyes.

I glance up at him. “Are you talking to me or my pussy?” I laugh because it sounded a hell of a lot like he’s communicating with my lady parts.

“Both.” His lips twist devilishly before he dips his head, then I feel it, his magic tongue sliding all the way down my slit, tasting me.

“Oh, dear God,” I moan into the room.

His chuckle vibrates over my skin, then he sucks on my clit, and I feel like I could combust already, just from this intoxicating combination. It’s like he knows how to push my buttons in all the best ways.

Orlando’s lips find mine, and he kisses me roughly, our tongues battling as he plays with my tits.

“Was that meeting in here all about how to get me off as quickly as possible?”

“I think our girl likes this.” My eyes are closed, but I can hear the smirk in Orlando’s words. This is his messed-up kind of fun.

Romeo murmurs into my pussy, the humming vibration telling me he agrees.

Their hands are all around me, their touch sending shivers over my skin. It all feels so damn good. Too good. “Fuck,” I cry, because the brothers are working together, Orlando pleasuring me by torturing my tits, licking, sucking, biting, and plucking, while Romeo toys with my clit and laps me up.

My back bucks off the desk, and my hands lace into Romeo’s long hair, greedy for more.

He peers up at me, looking like he’s in heaven, and fuck, I am as well.

He moves his mouth back, studying my pussy like it’s some precious artwork.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he praises me, then he slips two thick fingers inside of me and twists.

“Oh fuck,” is all I can say. What he’s doing is too good.

Orlando’s hand moves south, joining his brother. His eyes locking with mine, he watches for my reaction as he pushes a finger inside of me as well.

They work together, stretching me. As I ride their hands, my mouth falls open and my eyes involuntarily shut, just feeling everything they’re doing to me.

“Look at you taking both of our fingers so well, treasure.” His thumb brushes over my clit, teasing me at the same time, and my body shudders.

“She’s so fucking good for us. You should see how perfect your cunt is right now, doll face, so slick and glistening for us. We make you so fucking wet, don’t we?”

“Hmmm,” is all I can say. I’m someplace else, floating through this crazy high that they have created for me.

Orlando’s breath ghosts over my neck. “Be a good girl and cum for us, treasure.”

I couldn’t have held it any longer if I wanted to.

His lips crash with mine as the earth shatters around me.

My pussy tightens around their fingers, pulses of pleasure coming over me in a rush.

Over and over again. They keep pumping in and out of me until I stop riding their fingers, a panting, sweaty, breathless mess.

Orlando pulls back, his eyes gleaming with a self-satisfied smirk that seems to say, See? I can share if I want to.

My hands tighten in Romeo’s hair as he laps me up, licking every last drop of my cum from my pussy.

When he’s satisfied and I’m quivering all over again, he moves back from me, wiping the back of his hand over his lips as he stands.

His eyes are alight with desire. He takes my hand, pulling me up to sitting.

His hand comes around the back of my neck, and he kisses me.

Fuck, he tastes of me. “If you’re a good girl while we’re gone, I’ll personally make sure you will be rewarded when I get back,” he murmurs into my lips.

And I melt into him, hoping to God he makes good on his promise. That I could do again every damn day of my life. As long as they take me home first.