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NIKOLAS
“Can we stop at the next station?”
I sense Sin’s growing impatience as his fingers fiddle with the wheel and his eyes constantly dart towards the rear mirror.
It’s the third time Harper has asked us to stop, and we still have two hours to drive.
When he found her in Miss Olga’s garden, her face was flushed, and her hair was dishevelled, and since then, she has been avoiding our gaze.
I should emphasise that he had to physically lift her and drag her into the car because she stubbornly refused to come with us.
The drive has been uneventful so far, with her eyes fixed on her phone, making the most of the fleeting service connection and singing along to the music.
She purposefully avoided engaging in any conversation with us, seemingly setting aside her anger towards me. Or by shame.
Sin seems to be content with her silence because once we arrive…
“Can’t you just wait?” he groans. “It’s the third time.”
“Sorry, but maybe you can have a conversation with my bladder about it. Who knows? It might obey you.”
I stifle a chuckle as I watch his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, and I gesture towards the petrol station on the side of the road.
“Just stop here. I’ll buy some snacks.”
He lets out a tired sigh but parks in front of the station.
Without wasting a moment, Harper practically bursts out of the car and dashes towards it.
The place and the road are deserted, with the exception of a group of men gathered, watching her intently, their gazes following her as if she were their next meal.
“Keep an eye on her.”
“Am I not always?” I arch my brow before getting out of the car.
My fists clench as I watch the men following her inside.
What the fuck do they think they’re playing at?
The doorbell rings just as I enter, and my attention is immediately drawn to them.
Two of them are positioned near the bathroom door, while the other two are strategically placed on the opposite side, creating a cornered situation when she exits.
Yeah, that’s not going to happen.
At 6’3” tall, I tower over them all. Taking care of them would be a breeze.
I quickly grab some snacks: a pack of Skittles for Harper, a bag of crisps for Sin and me, and a couple of bottles of water.
Just as I hand over the payment, Harper emerges from the restroom, but as I had expected, they quickly surround her.
“What are you doing all alone, beautiful?” asks one of them.
She quickly scans her surroundings for any help, but I remain hidden from her sight.
“Hmm. I’m not alone. If you would excuse me.” She tries to pass between them, but they stand firm, forming an impenetrable barrier.
As I crack my neck, I can feel the anger bubbling inside me, ready to explode.
“It’s not really nice to lie with Christmas around the corner. Nobody wants to find themselves on the naughty list, do they?”
“I’m not lying.” Her voice trembles with fear, and that’s my breaking point.
Nobody has the right to make her feel scared except for us.
With my bag in hand, I walk towards them. “Can I help you?”
Harper’s eyes lock on mine, and a sigh of relief leaves her lips.
The guy who seems to be their leader spits out, “Nothing that concerns you.”
“Mmm. You see, when you and your group of monkeys corner what’s mine, I’m afraid it does concern me. My advice would be for you to find another plaything elsewhere.” I keep my eyes on him, and my lips curl. “I’ve always had a hard time sharing my toys, and this one,” I point towards Harper, “is my most precious one.”
Harper’s face reveals a myriad of emotions, ranging from embarrassment to confusion.
Don’t worry, baby. Soon enough, it will become second nature to you.
“I confirm. He’s always been very possessive with his toy.” Tilting my head, I briefly look at Sin, noticing the baseball bat he is holding. “See this one?” His finger pokes in front of me. “Is like a raw diamond. Beautiful and asking to be shaped.” He takes a few steps closer to the guy next to her and forcefully shoves him with the bat. “And nobody touches a diamond without gloves.”
Anger flushes their faces as they position themselves as a barrier in front of her.
“Is that so?” spits out one of them. “What are you two pussies going to do about it? When we want something, we take it.”
“Alright then.” I glance at Sin, and he gives me a subtle nod. “Pips, baby. You may want to drop on the floor and cover your face.”
“Why? What are you?—”
Her words are interrupted by the sound of my powerful blow landing on one of the guy’s faces while Sin swiftly raises his bat and delivers a forceful smack to another’s stomach.
Harper screams but finally decides to get on the floor.
My fists swing, and the bat flies.
We quickly gain control over the four of them, although not without Sin taking a punch to his jaw, causing blood to trickle down his face.
“Next time, I won’t be as gentle,” spits out Sin.
He hands me the bat and approaches Harper. Her piercing scream echoes through the air as he scoops her up, but her panic subsides when she realises it’s him.
“Let’s go, Zayka? 1 .”
“I can walk,” she resists, but he ignores her.
Once we’re out, I open the back door for him to place her in, and I’m surprised when she doesn’t protest.
He takes a step back, but she tightens her grip on his jumper.
“You’re bleeding.”
“I’m fine.”
He attempts to retreat, but she quickly retrieves a tissue from her pocket and begins to gently dab away the blood that has trickled onto the edge of his lips.
His clothes can barely contain the tension in his muscles, yet his eyes remain captivated by her every move.
“Here,” she whispers, avoiding his gaze.
Right as I’m about to close the door, he shakes his head and mouths, “Stay with her at the back.”
I jump in and lean my shoulder against hers. “Are you okay?”
Her eyes are filled with tears when she speaks. “What the hell was that?”
“You thought we were good only with guns and knives?” I raise my brow at her.
She shrugs. “I know you know how to fight, jerk.”
“Be glad they’re still alive.” Sin’s gaze remains fixed on the road, but he occasionally glances at us through the rearview mirror.
She swallows the lump in her throat but says nothing.
She saw us fight more than once. She saw us using our guns. The only difference is that she witnessed us doing it to protect her for the first time.
It’s not the first time.
Many died from being too handsy or talking badly to her.
I hand her the pack of Skittles, and she practically tears it from my hand.
We spent the rest of the drive in silence, with the gentle melody of the music creating a soothing atmosphere. Harper grew drowsy and eventually dozed off, resting her head on my shoulder.
“Still asleep?” Sin glances at me through the mirror.
My fingers gently glide in circular motions on her leg, creating a strangely comforting sensation.
“Yeah. I think she had an emotional crash.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised.”
The narrow road becomes treacherous as Sin turns, the snow-covered surface making it a challenging drive.
It takes us another forty minutes to arrive at the cabin, and this year, the maid had gone all out with the decorations.
We pull up and park in front of it, and a heavy silence hits me.
I caress her hair and lean in. “Pips, we’re here.”
As she stretches, a soft groan escapes her lips, and her eyes slowly flutter before finally opening and meeting my gaze.
“Huh?”
“We’re here,” I repeat as I open the door. “Let’s go in. It’s freezing outside.”
The snow falls heavily as Sin unloads the car, coating everything in a thick, white layer.
“Go inside,” he tells her.
“I can—” she starts.
“Go inside,” he repeats firmly.
She blows heavily, her tone filled with irritation. “When are you going to stop being a jerk?”
“When you stop being a brat and obey.”
Okay then. I guess we’re not losing any time.
If looks could kill, the intensity in her eyes would be lethal. Snowflakes delicately cling to her lashes, accentuating her piercing blue eyes and intensifying her menacing gaze.
In a fit of anger, she storms off, leaving behind a heavy silence and a trail of frustration.
“I’m going to have fun making her behave.”
“Tonight?” My brow arches.
He shakes his head. “I gave her orders. Let’s see if she’ll respect them.”
I nod before heading inside.
“What are you doing?”
She jumps, startled by my voice, and quickly hides her phone from my view.
“N-nothing. Why would you think I’m doing something?”
I try to conceal my amusement as I watch her cheeks turn a rosy shade, my eyes immediately drifting towards my twin, who’s seated on the sofa with a smirk on his lips.
What did the fucker ask her to do?
“Hmm. I’m going to bed. I’m knackered.”
She leaves in a rush, almost crashing into the Christmas tree, bounding up the stairs with the urgency of someone being chased.
“What did you do?” I ask Sin once she’s out of sight.
“I told you. I gave her orders before we were out of service.” He gestures towards the stairs with his head. “Why don’t you check it out and see if my pet behaved as requested?”
With a grin on my face, I tiptoe up the stairs, careful to avoid any creaking.
Her door is partially open, revealing a sliver of darkness broken only by the gentle glow of a few fairy lights, but she’s not inside.
Listening carefully, I hear the water running in the bathroom.
Approaching it cautiously, I gingerly open the door, careful not to make a sound.
The sound of her soft moans echoes off the bathroom walls, causing me to freeze in my tracks.
Fuuuck.
Hearing them behind a screen is one thing, but hearing them in real life is a whole different experience.
With the door slightly ajar, I stealthily make my way into the bathroom and am met with the steam filling the air.
I can clearly see her through the steam on the shower doors, even though she has no idea that I’m watching from my position.
She’s fucking beautiful.
She leans against the wall, her back pressed firmly, while one hand teases her nipple and the other holds the shower jet, directing it precisely onto her clit.
I can see her teeth grazing her lips, a futile attempt to hold back a moan that escapes her, filling the air with a sensuous echo.
Her fingers trace a delicate path around her nipple, gently pinching and tugging on it, causing her head to tilt back in pleasure.
Fuck.
The thought of my teeth replacing her fingers makes my cock throb with anticipation.
Opening the zipper of my jeans, I pull out my dick and wipe the pre-cum that has dripped.
Sis, I can promise you that tomorrow you’ll be filled with our cocks.
My hand instinctively tightens around my shaft as I start to stroke it. I can’t tear my eyes away from the captivating view.
I let her moans fill me and move my hand faster.
Her eyes flutter open as if aware of my presence, but the condensation on the glass hinders her from seeing anything.
She keeps her eyes locked in front of her, as if she was staring directly at me, while her mouth opened with a moan. But just as the sound escapes her lips, her hand swiftly moves from her nipple to cover her mouth, trying to suppress it.
That’s it, baby. Keep looking at me with those beautiful eyes.
My hand fucks my cock with urgency as if it was hers, and I’m fighting myself not to come before her.
“Oh my god. I’m so close,” she murmurs. “Please.”
Who is she begging with?
She brings the jet closer to her clit, and her cries become more desperate.
“Please,” she begs again. “Master. I need to come.”
Little fucker.
I’ve never really delved into their online conversation, but now I’m curious to know what he specifically requested her to do.
My body tenses as I feel my orgasm reaching its peak, my eyes never leaving hers when I whisper, “Come for me, baby. Give me your orgasm.”
I don’t know if she heard me, but my words echo with the detonation of her orgasm.
As she clings to the wall, her body trembling, the intensity of her moans increases while she fights to keep the jet steady.
Fuuuck.
The sounds she makes drive me wild, and I reach my peak with her, feeling the warmth of my release spread over my hand as my body trembles.
My heart races, adrenaline pumping through my veins, and it takes me a hot second to steady my breath and regain composure, but I don’t miss her “Thank you, Master.”
I take one final look at her before slipping out of the bathroom, making sure she doesn’t notice me.
1 ? Little Bunny ( ZAY - ka)