Eden POVThere's a weird silence in this hotel room. I used to pray for the same silence in my foster family's home. Everything was loud and chaotic and ever changing. I would sit still while the world blurred in movement around me.This silence is different from that.This is a penetrating, bleeding silence that slowly cuts at my surface until I fall into a lump of shredded discard. There's nowhere to hide in this room, to feel vulnerable, and they see that."I told the police everything that happened," I say at last, breaking the tensile silence.Erik waves his hand in the air, swatting away an imaginary bug. "I'm aware of what you told the police, Eden, but I don't believe you."I swallow. "I don't know anything else; I promise.""So you're gone for three days, but you don't see or hear or know a thing about where you went? Let alone, who took you in the first place? You can see how that seems very unlikely, right?"Trying to avoid Erik's eyes, I look to his son, who
Eden POVStanding in front of Dante and Ryder Golden, a wash between stress, shock and lust flushes down my face. Everything is warm in my blood, everything is hectic in my mind, and yet they stand here so calm, so collected, like nothing happened."Hey, kitten," Dante purrs.I shudder, having released them as quickly as I'd thrown myself at them, and Ryder grins mischievously."Let me come in and clean that cut," Ryder says, moving past me and into the living room.I press my hand into his chest, eyeing the bedroom doors that are open wide enough for Jack to see, and hear, everything going on. A variety of apprehension builds in my chest. I don't need to wake Jack up right now."The cut is fine," I say, wiping my cheek with my wrist. The amount of blood isn't as bad as it looks: it didn't sting too bad, it just surprised me. "I can't let you come inside. If he wakes up, he will suspect something. I don't want him running to the cops."Ryder surrenders, stepping back inl
Eden POVThey're trying to prove a point of some kind, but I can't determine what it is, exactly. I think they want me to feel owned by them, by their lips that swerve all around my shoulders and neck. I breathe deeply, Ryder's hand massaging my inner thigh while Dante is focused on toying with my hardened, enticed nipples.Someone tears me out of my shirt, leaving me naked and at the will of the brothers.Dante pulls me around, pressing my chest into his so he can be at the perfect angle to meet our lips together. Ryder shifts to stand behind me, his throbbing erection begging to be cut loose out of his pants. I beg for it too, dreaming of this moment since Mason kicked me out of the bed."Please," I beg, unsure for what, but it doesn't matter.Ryder latches his hands onto my hips, pushing me even closer against Dante, pinning me between them until I can't breathe. Dante kisses the front of my neck, and I let my head fall back into Ryder's shoulder.Every single touch,
Eden's POVIn my final foster family before getting booted out of the system, I was always expected to do the chores. After a while it became second nature to calm myself down, to center my hectic thoughts, by focusing my energy on cleaning.Jack always laughed when I went into my episodes of deep cleaning, and sometimes, on the days he was more disrespectful than usual, he would knock something over to cause a mess and set my nerves on fire.I'm thankful that even though Mason isn't a huge fan of me being in the brother's penthouse, he steps around me as I scrub the kitchen tiles and try to lighten the dirt in the grout. My attention is threaded between too many tasks at once, my heart racing.A suspect! They think I'm a suspect in a bank robbery!Mason leans on the counter, careful not to step on the soapy tiles of the kitchen floor. "I was thinking about making lunch but…"He gives me an exasperated look as I had spent all morning cleaning, reorganizing and perfecting th
Eden's POVI wake up in Dante's bed, somewhere I know I didn't fall asleep last night. Ryder's bedroom is light in colors ranging from ivory to beige, while Dante's room sports dark gray walls and stark black bedding. No matter whose room I wake up in, I'm just happy I wake up with both brothers beside me.Dante has my back pinned to his chest, our bodies flushed together perfectly while Ryder has a light palm relaxed on my cheek, his touch so warm and electric. There's no easy way for me to get out of bed between them without waking everyone up at once.I stay put until Dante slowly awakens next, kissing the back of my tangled, brunette curls. He drags his hand up my bare thigh, and I realize that although we are under the warmth of his blankets, I'm the only one naked.We didn't do anything sensual after the blowout argument with Mason yesterday, but I think they like making me blush more than they like having sex with me. It works, too.I stop Dante's hand as it brushes my
Eden's POVI hurry and get dressed, running from the store to see Mason laid out on the concrete next to the car we drove out here. Falling to his side, I can't find the worst wound on his body, finding countless cuts and bloody splotches seeping through his clothes."Ma—Mason," I pant, my eyes blurred with frantic, scared tears. "Can you hear me? Can you move?"He only growls, holding his hip where blood covers his palm. I peel his fingers back, seeing a deep stab wound that gushes crimson. His hand snaps back over the mark, fighting a scream in agony as he does so."I saw the whole thing!" a random pedestrian shouts, speaking quickly into her cell phone. "I called the police! They're sending an ambulance."Mason bats my hand away as I try to help apply pressure to his hip. He speaks through grit teeth, "Go to the penthouse, Eden. You have to leave. You can't be here when the police get here, or it'll look suspicious."I shake my head, my lips cold and quivering. "I can't
Eden's POVWatching Dante linger in the hallway, watching me writhe against Ryder's lap, I can see there was a reason the brothers put rules in place. He looks so wounded, even though we hadn't even done anything but kiss, the intentions were clear.I climb off Ryder and push myself into Dante's chest, waiting for his arms to extend behind my shoulders as always, but he lazily rests his hand on my hip instead. I can feel the heat of his anger."Dante, it wasn't anything," I breathe, my hands pulling for his face while he gives Ryder one of those typical, wordless stares that they only seem to understand. "Please, look at me."He finally gives in, and I have to struggle on the tips of my toes to crash my lips into his. He hardly kisses me back at first, letting my tongue brush his teeth before I feel him bite me. I pull back, more insulted than I am wounded.Dante looks through his brother, Ryder doing the same back in some weird prowess of intimidation. They're sizing each ot
Eden's POVEven though Mason was let out of the hospital a few days ago, and any dwindling tension between the brothers had since subsided after their tiff, I still find myself lying awake at night in moderate panic.No one brings up Asher in conversation, or even acknowledges that the Donahue family exists. I can't help but dream of Asher pushing his way into my dressing room and trying to get a taste of what the brothers do to me.With them, it's welcomed. In my dreams with Asher, it's terrifying.I stare at Ryder's ceiling, comfortably laid out between him and Dante in his bed. As we seem to always end up in bed together anyways, I hardly care which room it is that we find ourselves in at the end of the night. As long as we're together, I'm okay.Or so I thought.Tonight's dreams nag at me so much that I can't even fall asleep, watching the minutes tick by aimlessly on the clock behind Ryder's shoulder. When it's finally time for me to give up laying here, I inch my way