Page 18 of Gather the Storm

“Okay,” Daisy said. “What is it?”

“My rules are law,” he said. “What I say goes.”

Ah fuck.

She shook her head. “The house is mine. I have a… a vision for how it will look when it’s done.”

“You can have your say when it comes to your precious house.” His words were biting. He clearly didn’t think much of the house, probably because it was the embodiment of everything he craved — family, history, belonging. “But everything else is up to me.”

Daisy’s smooth brow wrinkled in confusion. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“You wear what I tell you to wear, eat what I tell you to eat.” A malignant glint lit his eyes as he walked toward her. He was almost on top of her when he stopped and lifted a hand, ran his finger down her throat, over her chest, into the valley between her tits. “Do what I tell you to do.”

She swallowed hard enough that I saw her throat ripple, and I admit my cock was fucking hard. Because who wouldn’t want to touch Daisy’s silky skin? Trace the curve of her perfect tits?

“That’s… that’s crazy.” Her voice came out in a croak and I wondered if it was because she was scared or turned on.

But of course, Jace couldn’t leave it at that, Jace being Jace and all.

She gasped as he grabbed one of her tits and squeezed. “It’s your decision. Say no and we’re out of here. We can all go our separate ways, the way god fucking intended.”

I was mesmerized, my gaze frozen on Jace’s hand, still on Daisy’s tit. He stroked over the top of her blouse and my cock got harder right along with her nipple under the sweep of Jace’s thumb.

Fuck.

“No,” Daisy said. It came out a little strangled, her gaze glassy as she tried to focus on Jace’s face instead of what he was doing to her tit. “My invitation stands.”

I had a view of the side of Jace’s face, enough to spot his depraved grin.

Fucking psychopath.

He leaned down until he was pressed against Daisy’s chest, his thumb still working her nipple as he bent down — way down, because Daisy was a good foot shorter than Jace — to murmur in her ear.

The words might have been meant just for her, but I heard them.

I wished I hadn’t but I did.

“Then let the games fucking begin.”

Chapter 9

Daisy

Iwas still replaying what had happened with Jace, Wolf, and Otis — the Beasts — the next day.

I hadn’t thought much about the name the media had given them after Blake’s murder. It had seemed dumb, an attempt to turn Blake’s best friends into cartoon villains.

Now it seemed a little too accurate.

Otis had always seemed harmless. Now the way he observed everything seemed intentional, like he was casing the situation and trying to decide what kind of havoc he could wreak.

As for Wolf, his name had never seemed more appropriate. He hadn’t laid a finger on me at the house, but I’d had the sense I was being carefully watched, prey under the gaze of an apex predator, his blue eyes piercing and all-seeing.

And Jace. Fucking Jace Kane. I’d been so shocked when he’d touched me that I’d hardly been able to move. Then he’d started that slow stroke of his thumb over my nipple and I hadn’t been able to suppress the hunger that had roared to life in my veins.

My body had been on fire and it was all I could do not to melt into a pathetic puddle at his feet.

My face flared with embarrassment as I leaned closer to the mirror to apply my eyeliner. I’d wanted him even though he was an enormous dick — no pun intended, although now my mind was really in forbidden territory, wondering again if his dick was as big as the rest of him.

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