Chapter 5

Amy

Silence. Neither of them moves. Neither of them looks away.

I lean back onto the bed, letting my legs dangle over the edge, my fingers splayed against the soft sheets as I recline just enough for them to get a good look. My dress rides up a little, my body on display in a way that challenges them to look, to make a move.

I can see their reactions—the way Kenny’s jaw tightens, his fists clenching as if he’s trying to hold back. And Lestat’s smirk deepens, his gaze slowly roaming over me, indulgent, like he’s already undressing me in his mind.

The reckless thrill of it rushes through me, setting every nerve alight.

“This is a bad idea,” Kenny says, his voice rough, but his expression tells a different story.

Maybe this is a bad idea. Maybe I should walk away before this becomes something I can’t take back. But the thought of fucking my brother’s two best friends—the two men who have always been off-limits, who have always treated me like their best friend’s kid sister—is very enticing.

I can’t stop remembering how often I would steal glances at them growing up, watching them. How I’d eavesdrop when they talked about their conquests, imagining what it would be like to be on the receiving end of that attention. And now, for the first time, I have it.

This is something I definitely want to start—and finish.

I push myself up from the bed, rising slowly and deliberately, my fingers gliding over the hem of my dress, letting it ride a little higher as I take a step toward Kenny.

"I'm a big girl now Kenny," I let my voice drop, smooth as silk. "How about—for tonight—you just forget I’m Dan’s sister?"

Lestat chuckles, shaking his head. "Oh, this is adorable. She really thinks she knows what she’s getting into."

I shift closer to him, letting my fingers trail up the front of his shirt, feeling the steady, solid heat beneath the fabric. I hold his gaze, steady and unflinching.

"And you think I don’t?"

His smirk widens, his hand wrapping around my wrist, halting my touch. "I think you’re playing with fire, baby girl. And I don’t think you’ve ever been burned the way we’d burn you."

"Come on, I like it hot," I murmur, my heart beating faster.

I lean up and kiss Lestat, and he doesn’t stop me. His lips taste like whiskey and temptation. When he pulls back, his smirk is gone, replaced by something darker. His eyes dart to Kenny.

I turn my attention to Kenny. His jaw tightens, but I see it now—the way his eyes flicker, how his body betrays him. His slacks do little to hide the evidence.

I take a slow step closer. "Are you going to tell me to stop?"

Kenny doesn’t budge. His hands twitch, fingers flexing as if he’s battling the urge to grab me. And that’s exactly what I want.

Lestat shifts next to me, his voice low. "Oh, sweetheart, you really have no idea what you’re asking for."

I can’t help but smirk, taking a step back, my lips curling with a challenge. "Fine," I say, voice light, flippant, even though my pulse pounds. "If you two won’t, I’ll just go find someone who isn’t afraid to touch me."

The moment my fingers brush the doorknob, Kenny springs into action.

Fast.

Before I can react, he grips my wrist and throws me back onto the bed. The air is knocked from my lungs as I land against the satin sheets. My pulse hammers, heat coiling deep in my stomach. Kenny towers over me, solid and imposing, his eyes dark and intense —hungry.

Lestat lets out a low whistle, his gaze darting between us before landing on the wall. "Well, would you look at that, Kenny," he says, casually picking up a pair of handcuffs from their hook, the metal glinting in the soft light. He twirls them between his fingers, a smirk spreading across his face. "She’s ready to play. I think we should let her."

Kenny exhales, slow and deliberate, his gaze pinned to me. "Fine," he growls. "The princess wants to act like an adult? We’ll treat her like one."

I should be nervous, but I’m not. The slow, wicked thrill shivers down my spine, anticipation crackling through me like a live wire.

The thought of being at their mercy, of them finally breaking this barrier with me, is more intoxicating than I ever dreamed.

Kenny’s grip tightens, his fingers pressing into my skin just enough to remind me who’s in charge now. The warning in his eyes sends a rush of heat straight between my thighs, a dark promise wrapped in restraint.

Before I can even think, he moves.

With a sharp tug, he flips me onto my stomach, his strength, effortless. A gasp slips from my lips as my cheek meets the cool satin sheets. My heart races in my ears as he pins me down, his body a solid, unyielding weight pressing against mine.

I hardly get a moment to catch my breath before I feel Lestat’s hands on me—rough yet precise, pulling my wrists behind my back. The sharp click of metal breaks the tense silence as the handcuffs snap around my wrists.

Kenny’s breath is hot against my ear, his voice a low growl. "Lets see if this is really what you wanted."

I thought I had them where I wanted.

Scratch that—they definitely had me.