In the kitchen

Carlee

"Good morning," I managed, hoping my voice didn't show how badly my hands were shaking.

Dillon flashed me that same devilish grin I knew far too well, while Dexter only nodded. Even that small action messed with my head.

It was taking every bit of strength I had not to look at them. A very clear image kept playing over and over in my mind every time I heard their voices. The dream from last night was still too fresh.

They chatted with August like nothing was wrong while I sat there dying in silence. Could feel their eyes on me, and it was getting harder to keep my body under control. Already wet just from the sound of their voices.

"I'll give you guys a free pass this week, but next week you're coming with me to the office every day," August said. That immediately caught my attention.

"Come on, bro, we got you," Dillon said, patting August on the back as he fixed his shirt. His smile was taunting and dangerous. Dexter just watched with quiet interest while I tried to think of a way to escape what August's words meant. Suddenly I didn't want him to leave. He felt safer than these two right now.

Startled when August leaned down and kissed me. "I'll see you when I get back," he said, his voice so soft it almost didn't sound like the same man who had insulted me that morning. Nodded without really thinking and watched him walk out.

The door clicked shut behind him. Silence filled the kitchen. For a brief moment, I let myself breathe. Let myself believe I was safe. But the air shifted almost immediately, charged with something I recognized too well. My grip tightened on the mug.

"I'm starving," Dillon said, clapping his hands together as he took the seat right next to mine. My breathing picked up, but I forced myself to ignore it, just like I planned to ignore the two men now staring at me. "Aren't you hungry?" he asked Dexter.

Dexter only chuckled and sat on my other side, effectively trapping me between them.

Clung to my mug. Could smell them even though it was still early and they hadn't showered yet. That alone told me how close they were. My eyes searched the kitchen for anyone else, but Agatha was gone and none of the other staff were nearby.

The silence stretched. Dillon and Dexter exchanged a look, slow and deliberate, like they were communicating without words. My stomach tightened.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you didn't like us, sister-in-law," Dillon said, leaning on his elbows and watching me closely.

Something twisted in my chest when he called me that. It was so far from the names they used to use.

"Did we do something to you, Mrs. Carter?" he continued, clearly teasing me. Fully aware of how close his hands were to mine. At the same time, Dexter shifted even closer, his arms resting on either side of me and boxing me in against the counter. Could hear my own heartbeat and feel my chest rising and falling too fast.

"I think she doesn't like us," Dillon said to his brother before suddenly pulling back and standing up. A small sigh of relief escaped me, but it didn't last. He immediately turned my chair so I was facing him fully. The mug slipped from my hand, and Dexter caught it before it hit the floor.

Swallowed the lump in my throat as I stared up at Dillon. His gaze was raw and full of lust, and he made no effort to hide it.

"Wha… what are you doing?" The words stumbled out. Almost moaned when Dexter's fingers brushed my skin as he tucked my hair behind my ear. God, I was so deprived that even a simple touch was enough to affect me.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Dillon asked as his hands landed on my thighs. His fingers slowly began pushing my dress higher. Sucked in a sharp breath as they kept moving up. My hands stayed locked on the counter, and my legs parted without me meaning to, giving him the access he wanted.

"You haven't changed a bit," Dexter whispered against my ear. His warm breath ghosted over my skin and nearly drove me crazy. My eyes fell shut the moment his teeth caught my earlobe and bit down. A moan tried to escape, but I bit my lip hard and held it back. "Still the same dirty little minx," he murmured after releasing the lobe, only to suck on it instead.

At the same time, Dillon's fingers finally made contact with me. Couldn't hold back the moan this time.

Threw my head back as his fingers rubbed slow, deliberate circles over my clit. My hands had gone white from how hard I was gripping the counter. The pleasure was so sharp it felt like I could come from just this.

And beneath it, a whisper of shame. My body was betraying me, and I hated how much I didn't want it to stop. This was wrong. Everything about this was wrong. But after seven months of nothing, of feeling invisible and unwanted, the touch was almost more than I could bear.

"You like that, huh?" Dillon's voice was low and teasing. Gave a small nod, barely able to move because Dexter was still working on my neck. Knew he was leaving a mark, but right now I didn't care.

"You like how I'm touching you," Dillon murmured, "or do you like that this is wrong, and you're still enjoying it anyway?" His fingers slowed, just enough to make me chase them. "Like the perfect little slut you are."

So close. So close. He knew exactly what the dirty talk did to me.

"Your maid could walk in any minute, and you still look completely lost in it. You're something else."

"Ah—" A moan instead of answering. Right now all I cared about was finally getting release after months of nothing. He pushed another finger inside me, stretching me in a way that made my hips move on their own. He didn't stop me, and I was grateful.

"So close…"

My eyes flew open the second his fingers pulled out of me and Dexter's mouth left my neck. Both of them were watching me with the same smug look. Heat rushed to my face as embarrassment crashed over me.

Shoved Dillon back and practically ran out of the kitchen. Ignored the looks from the maids in the hallway. Their faces blurred past me, but I could feel their judgment like a physical weight. They had heard us. They knew.

Slammed the bedroom door behind me and leaned against it, then slowly sank down to the floor as panic, fear, and shame hit me all at once.

What have I done?