CHAPTER 172

MOONA POV

I can’t believe those two assholes were in the pub having a drink without me. I can’t believe they manhandled me into the back of the car like I’m a naughty fucking kid.

“Raul Elf is a stupid little shit,” Cain barks from the front. “And you’ll be staying away from him. He deals fucking coke.”

 “Oh, I will, will I?” I snap. “Says fucking who?”

 It’s Brian’s who turns to look at me through the gap in the seats. “Says fucking me, Moona. And Cain. We both fucking say it, so shut your fucking mouth and be thankful we were there before you ended up more shitfaced than you are already.”

  I stare in shock at the man who’s always been so kind to me, not recognising the angry guy who glares at me as I shut my mouth and settle down with a sneer.

 The tequila has gone to my head. I downed way too many before stumbling out into the cold to have a cigarette, courtesy of Raul and his plan to get his dick inside me. Any more and I’d be on my ass right now, most likely with Raul slimy tongue down my throat.

  I can’t keep my mouth closed for long, it’s not in my nature. “You’ve got some fucking nerve, both of you. You can’t fucking tell me what to do.”

 And then Cain says it, he actually says it.

“While you’re under my fucking roof, you’ll do as you’re fucking told. Any more backchat and I’ll put you over my fucking knee and slap some fucking manners into you.”

  Fuck, how a thrill zips through me. 

Fuck, how the tequila makes me want to slip my hand down my knickers and touch myself at the thought of Cain tearing my jeans down and spanking my bare ass.

I should be pissed at the humiliation of being dragged away from the pub in front of everyone – so many nosey gawping faces staring through the windows at the commotion.

 I should be bailing out of this car and telling those sonsofbitches to get fucked, that I’m not doing what either of them tell me, because I don’t have to. I’m a woman now, a woman with her own fucking mind.

And her own fucking needs that neither of these two assholes are willing to fulfil.

 Even though I’m drunk, I see the look pass between them. It’s one I can’t read, and that’s not something I’m used to. 

They’re conspiring without words, and it makes me uneasy, nervous…

      Excited.

  “I mean it,”  Cain continues. “I’ll spank your insolent little ass until you’ve learned your fucking lesson. And don’t think for a fucking second that I won’t.”

  I lean forward in the seat until my head is on Brian’s shoulder. He smells amazing. Like musk and man and rage. He stiffens in his seat as I breathe into his ear.

  My voice is loud when it comes out.

 “Why are you letting him speak to me like that? You’re supposed to be my fucking caseworker.”

 “Not anymore,” he says. “So I’d mind your fucking manners and sit back nicely in your seat, if I were you.”

      But I don’t.

  My thighs are closed tight, my muscles tense as my hips rock back and forth. My pussy is tingling, just like it does when I think about Brian and Cain in bed at night.

“You two are totally fucking out of order,” I hiss. “You’re not my fucking daddies. I’m not some little kid who’ll do what she’s told.”

 “You will do what you’re told,” Cain barks. “And if we have to be your fucking daddies to knock some sense into you, then we’ll be your fucking daddies. I don’t give a shit.”

  I suck in my breath so they don’t hear me gasp, and I can’t help it. My fingers slip between my thighs in the darkness of the backseat. And I’m wet. I’m really wet.

 I’ve never had anything like a daddy before, not since my first foster family all those years ago. Not since Peter ruined everything for me.

 I’ve never had anyone threaten me with a spanking before either.

  I circle my clit with my drunk fingers, trying to steady my breath as I speak right into Brian’s ear.

“What about you, Daddy Brian? You gonna let him spank me? You gonna watch?”

 “He’ll spank you his fucking self,” Cain snaps. “Won’t you, Daddy Brian?”

 Brian is so stiff in his seat. I can hear his breathing, and it’s fast. Nearly as fast as mine.

  “Just shut your mouth, Moona, and you won’t have to find out.” He shifts his position and I wonder if he’s hard. Surely not.

 Not Brian.

Not the man who said he doesn’t want me.

 I want to sink into the backseat and play with my pussy in the darkness where they can’t see me, but I can’t. I can’t because I do want to find out if Brian will slap my ass. If I shut my mouth and act like a good girl, I may never get to see where this is going.

      And I want to.

      I really want to see where this is going. Even if it hurts.

      Especially if it hurts.

“I’ll never shut my mouth,” I snap to seal my fate. “You two pricks can threaten all you like, you’re too fucking pussy to lay your hands on me.”

  Cain laughs. “Just keep talking. We’re nearly home.”

 My heart races as we pull into the lane by the house. I wait until we’re on the drive until I take my hand from my knickers.

 I’m surprised when it’s Brian who opens the car door for me and takes hold of my wrist. I fight him, because that’s what I do best. I kick and scream and lash out and call him filthy names from my filthy mouth, and I kick and scream some more as Cain joins him and wrestles me from the car.

     

“Shout all you fucking want, there’s nobody around to fucking hear you,” Cain says, and I do. I shout and scream and kick out at them, but they’re strong and I’m drunk and they take me easily. Cain grips me tight as Brian opens the front door, and I feel his breath on my cheek. I feel him, too.

 I feel the swell of his dick against my ass and it makes me squirm.

“You’re fucking hard, you dirty bastard,” I hiss. “Does it get you off to be my daddy? Is that what you like, you filthy cunt?”

 I feel a shiver up my spine as he lifts me over the threshold, and his voice is low and dirty and like nothing I’ve heard from his mouth before.

“You have no fucking idea what I want to do to a little brat like you.” His fingers twist in my hair and tug my head back and I gasp. I actually fucking gasp. “You don’t know me and you don’t know Brian , either. I think you’re in for a big fucking surprise.”

I stare at Brian staring at me in Cain’s arms. I squirm and wriggle my ass against Cain’s hard dick and I want him.

      I want both of them.

 And I want whatever it is they’re going to give me.

“You’ve been a rude little bitch to Brian all this week,” Cain continues. “You think he doesn’t realise you need to learn some manners? You think he’s going to let you get away with being this much of a brat, just because he had a job to do once?”

      “He’s too chicken shit,” I hiss, watching how Brian’s jaw tenses. “He’s too fucking nice to teach me a lesson.”

  Cain let me go and I’m so surprised I stumbled. I catch my balance in no man’s land between the two of them, feeling so unsteady under my bratty act.

      “We can do this the easy way or the hard way,” Cain tells me as he heads past me into the living room.

      “Then I guess it’s gonna have to be the fucking hard way,” I say.

      It’s Brian who grabs me from behind and walks me in after Cain. It’s Brian whose breath is in my ear as Cain takes a seat on the sofa I trashed just a short week ago.

      “This is for your own good,” Brian tells me and tugs my jacket from my shoulders. “Sometimes people need tough love. Fuck, Moona, I’ve tried everything else.”

      “So stop fucking trying,” I snarl.

 “Never,” he says and it takes my breath.

      It takes my everything.

      Never.

He’ll never stop trying.

      It knocks the wind out of my sails.

 “I’m sorry,” he whispers. “But Cain’s right. You need discipline.”

 I shiver as he pops the button on my jeans and slides them down around my thighs. My eyes meet Cain’s as he stares up at me, glaring at me despite the fact that I can see the jut of his cock standing up. 

Brian hooks his fingers in the elastic of my knickers and I moan as he slips them down. They are clammy and they stick and I wonder if he can tell how wet I am.

“Over my knee,” Cain says, and I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe this is really happening as I drop myself over his lap.

His palm feels hot against my skin. My hair hangs down to the floor as I balance myself. I can feel his swollen cock against my belly and I like it.

“Remember,” Cain says. “You brought this all on yourself.”

 I cry out as his palm lands hard and square. “Fuuuuuuuck!”