Page 12 of Snowed in with the Brutes
Chapter Eight
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Cora
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My gaze flips to Kian, but his attention is already on me, his glacial green eyes focused on the bare breast Sinclair has just unveiled.Under his gaze, my nipple feels as if it has a pulse of its own, beating maddeningly against my heart.
He drags his eyes from my nipple to my lips.I die a little death when he uses his thumb to wipe at the side of his mouth before discarding me again.
A crazy sensation flicks against my clit.The ache is unbearable, but I don’t move.I immediately try to cover myself again, but I stop mid-movement at the sound of Flinn’s voice.
“Don’t,” Flinn says.The dominant authority in his tone sends a dark thrill through me.My gaze snaps to him.If I thought he could be my ally, I was wrong.
I try to regulate my breathing, but I’m a heaving mess, sitting at their dining room table with one breast exposed and a painfully hard nipple that makes me want to cry.
My lips quiver, and I almost give in to the tears pooling in my eyes, but I don’t.I’m stronger than this.
It’s only then that I notice the meticulously laid table.The china alone costs more than I’d make in three years as a waitress at the fast-food restaurant where I work.
On the plate before me is a prime piece of steak, cooked to perfection.The rich aroma of the meat, buttery and charred, fills my nostrils.My senses are confused; part of me is fixated on the food in front of me, while the other desperately wants to cover myself.
I can’t cover myself, but I can eat.And I do.I don’t wait for permission to start.I’m barely aware as they each take their seats.Kian sits at the head of the table on my right, Sinclair sits next to me on the left, and Flinn sits opposite us.
They don’t deserve my etiquette.Besides, my hunger wins, and fuck manners.I rip through the steak; it’s soft and juicy, and the mashed potatoes and gravy on the side are just as delicious.
I don’t care that they’re watching me eat as if they’ve never seen anyone do this before.Again, I don’t care.
“Slow down, sweetheart.I don’t want you choking...well, not on that kind of meat,” Sinclair says, and I roll my eyes.I may be a virgin and not really know how to be sexy or seduce a man, but I read books.
“Why?If I’m going to sit here with my breast hanging out at the dinner table for your perverted amusement, I can eat this steak however I want.”
“Touché,” Flinn murmurs, but something else catches my attention.Did I hear Kian chuckle?No.The man is made of stone.Even the slightest hint of a smile would crack his shell and turn him to ash.
“Tell us about yourself, Cora,” Flinn says conversationally, as if this type of meal is absolutely normal for them.
“What do you want to know?”I ask haughtily, taking a sip of my water instead of the glass of wine set out for me.Although the urge to down the whole bottle of the expensive-looking wine is very tempting.
I repeat the words that have become my mantra:What I don’t have to do is play nice.
