Page 3 of Eternal Pieces (The Violet Delights Duet #2)

VIOLET

T he only sounds on the trail are my heavy breaths and the snow crunching beneath my boots. No sign of any stalkers yet. I’d say I wish I worked out more so this wasn’t so difficult, but screw that. The only workout I need is when I’m squatting over my stepbrothers’ dicks.

It’s still hard not to think of them that way. Our parents are divorcing, so soon enough, there’ll be no legal ties between us. In a way, I’ll miss it. That bond is what brought us together. It also broke us apart. But I’ve accepted every part of what it means to love and be loved by them.

A disturbance in the snow to my right brings me out of my thoughts, and I stop in my tracks. I ran out of speed a few yards back so Max and Maddox could have easily caught up. That’s what I’ve been hoping for anyway.

Looking around, nothing seems to be out of the ordinary. The tall, snowcapped trees are the only figures looming over me.

There’s another sound, a rustling this time. I quickly turn to its location, almost tripping over my clumsy feet as I do. I expect to see the guys behind me, but they’re not there. The sound doesn’t stop, though.

Keeping quiet, I slowly move toward a large holly bush where the noise seems to be coming from. My guys could easily be lurking behind it.

To stop myself from laughing over getting the upper hand on them, I bite my tongue and suppress my victorious smile. In my head, I count to three, then rush around to the back of the bush.

“Oh!” I gasp breathlessly as a little winter hare jumps out from beneath it. “Hey, cutie.” I squat down as it stares motionlessly up at me. Its ears twitch when a large shadow suddenly covers the snow around us.

“Cutie? You’ve never called us that,” a distorted voice mocks.

“Careful you don’t make us jealous.” An identical voice joins in.

The hare bounds off as I turn to face the familiar yet strange voices.

Two figures in black stand over me. Their faces obscured by grinning, yellow neon masks. The same masks that I’ve not seen for months, except for in my wildest nighttime fantasies. My pussy throbs from the memories of what those masks brought to my doorstep the last time I saw them.

“You’re teaming up to catch me? I thought you would have been working against each other.” I attempt to act casual as I stand, but end up swallowing nervously at our height difference. It’s nothing new, but when two creepy masks are hovering above me, it’s more noticeable than usual.

They’re both standing with their backs straight and their hands in their pockets, making it hard to tell them apart. Until the one on the right cocks his head.

“You have to actually catch me if you want to do anything, Max .” Feeling pleased with myself, I smirk at him, and take a sneaky step back.

The other one tilts his head, and they once again become identical statues staring silently at me.

They’re playing me, but did I actually get it wrong? I never mix them up. Ever.

“I’ve played this game before and won. You two were my prizes. So don’t think you can scare me like this now.” My casual act is wavering.

“There’s only one prize up for grabs this time,” the one who I think is Max says, but now I don’t have a clue, especially not with the voice changers on.

At the exact same time, they pull their hands out of their pockets and take a step toward me.

With my wide eyes fixed on them, I match their pace and keep the distance between us. Any cold I was previously feeling is long gone as my body is engulfed in flames at the thought of what they’ll do once they catch me.

“The only way you’re winning is if you make it back to the cabin with your clothes on.”

“But a filthy little whore like you doesn’t want that.”

Another step has me struggling to stay upright as the snow gets deeper.

“No. Little whores love to be chased and punished.”

My head swivels between them as I try to keep up with their taunts while keeping my footing on the uneven ground.

“She’s not even trying to run.”

“It’s like she wants to be caught.”

“She wants to be fucked.”

“To be used.”

“To be bred.”

“No, I don’t!” I shout, my defiant, bratty side slipping out.

“Alright then. We’ll give you a fair chance to get away. Throw a snowball at who you think is Maddox. If you get it right, you can run,” the one on the left says.

Quickly, I bend down and grab a handful of snow, packing it tight in my gloved fist. This shouldn’t be hard. I know them. Know every little thing about them inside and out.

Which is how I know the one who spoke must be Maddox. He’s bluffing and throwing his brother under the bus, hoping I’d assume he’s Max. But what if they’ve already planned this out? Is this what they were whispering about earlier?

Going with my instincts, I toss the snowball at the one on the left.

Slowly, he looks down at the white smattering of snow clinging to his chest and lets out a low growl that sounds animalistic through the deep resonations of the voice changer.

The one on the right barely reacts. Just keeps silently watching me.

Max . If I had hit him, then Maddox would definitely be laughing. Which means I got it right.

“I got you!” I laugh, surprised.

In unison, they reach out to grab me, and I duck, running in the opposite direction with a huge smile on my face.