Chapter 14

Holden

Fury isn’t the correct term for this feeling.

It’s as if every cell in my body is on fire, and each one screams for me to wrap my hands around my brother’s throat and throttle the fuck out of him.

“Your girl?” Joey asks and scoffs at me. He’s still next to her. She’s stepped away from him at least. They’re not touching anymore, but he’s still beside her, in the space where I belong. The space I should’ve taken before this fucking weekend started.

If I had, then he wouldn’t be there, and she wouldn’t have come to Mystique. Instead, we would’ve been out somewhere else, together.

“My girl,” I growl.

“Please,” Joey replies. “You haven’t had the balls to take her properly. To give her what she deserves. She’s not your girl. She’s never been yours.”

“I am right here,” Danielle hisses. “Stop talking about me like I’m in the next room.”

Joey pats the air beside her, a calm-down gesture that achieves the opposite effect. Somewhere in the distance, probably by the banquet hall, a bell rings, signaling the start of another late afternoon party.

“Danielle,” I say, and focus on her.

A shiver passes over her, and it gratifies me. She truly is my girl. She moans my name while she masturbates, for fuck’s sake.

“I know you didn’t realize what was going on,” I say. “None of this is your fault, and that’s fine, but this is… difficult for me. This is my brother.” I have to focus on her to keep from ripping that brother’s head off and throwing it across the damn room.

He’s the one who’s betrayed me.

We’re the twins, the Gemini twins. Two billionaires. Two warriors back to back, defending each other.

Danielle bows her head but doesn’t say anything. Her fists clench at her sides. This must be shit for her, but I can’t contain my jealousy.

It’s a beast, roaring in my chest, demanding I own her, that I prove that she’ll never be my brother’s. That she’s always been mine. That she loves me.

“She enjoyed every second with me,” Joey says and puffs up. He wants this to blow up. That’s his aim. I won’t give him the satisfaction.

I’ve always been the one who’s in control, while he’s prone to losing his temper.

“She thought it was me,” I reply and let out a little laugh. “You’re playing second string again, Joey, just like in college.”

“I’ll fucking kill you.”

“Stop!” Danielle shouts. “Stop it. If you don’t, you’ll have to leave.”

“Choose,” I say, even though it’s fucking ridiculous, and I shouldn’t ask her this, not when she’s still in shock after just finding out it was my brother who summoned her here. “Choose which one of us you want.”

“You can’t—I—what?” She grips two handfuls of hair and tugs on them, the silken caramel strands poking from between her fingers. “You expect me to choose, now?”

Joey eyes her out. He wants an answer, too, the fuckhead.

“Don’t tell me lies,” I say, because the green monster behind my thudding heart won’t stop. It won’t take no for an answer. “I know you love me.”

“You—you do?”

“You love me,” I reply. “Just like I love you.”

Joey grunts as if I’ve punched him in the stomach. God damn, I wish that were true.

“You love me,” she whimpers.

“Yes,” I reply, and for once, it’s easy for the words to slip from my tongue. The emotion comes freely because it’s her, and I’m close to losing this for good. “I love you.”

“I—I’ve been in love with you since we met, I think,” she whispers. “I only came here to find you. But—you, you didn’t want me. You pushed me away.” Danielle’s liquid brown eyes are aflame now. “You told me that it can’t happen. That it’s too complicated. I’m your nanny, for fuck’s sake.” The words hiss free of her. “And you’re right. This is way too—”

I stride across the space that separates us and take her in my arms, turn her away from Joey. I press her naked body against the front of my T-shirt, brush my fingers down her jawline, then kiss her, hard.

She whimpers and leans into me. I part her lips and kiss her, taste her, claim her as I should’ve before this all started.

“Mine,” I say, into her mouth.

“No.” It’s Joey. He’s still here. Still standing there, staring at us.

“Fuck off,” I say, then kiss my girl again.

Danielle whimpers, and I cup both her breasts, brazen now. I’ll prove that she’s mine, prove it to everyone. I pinch her nipples, and she jerks in my grasp. Her robe falls free and drops to the floor.

I slide one hand up and into her hair, tug lightly, and continue kissing her. Movement catches my gaze.

Joey’s behind her, now, and he lowers himself to his knees. “She’s not just yours, anymore.”

I stiffen. He’s touching her. He’s touching my woman.

Danielle’s eyelids flutter open, and she gasps. A moan escapes her, and she arches her back, presses her breasts against me, and throws her arms around my neck. “Oh, my god,” she whimpers, body trembling.

He’s eating her out.

Fucking prick. He’s trying to take her away from me.

I kiss her again, harder, drawing her attention to me and my lips instead of what he’s doing to her pussy. My girl. That’s all that matters. I’m the one who’ll make her come hard. I’ll get her out of here, take her away from him and—

Danielle jerks against me and moans into my mouth. She’s alive, twisting in my arms, wild and free. She sucks on my bottom lip, then reaches down between us and grabs my cock. Her reactions drive me insane.

In the time I’ve been here on this island with her, we still haven’t fucked, and I need that now more than ever.

Danielle nibbles my lip, then catches my tongue and sucks that next. She’s insatiable, and I take her breasts in my hands again, massaging and circling the flesh with my warmth, pinching and teasing.

She moans and focuses on me, her gaze brimming with so much lust I can almost taste it. She’s a furnace, burning up, quivering and heaving against my chest.

I loop my arm around her waist and hold her up and she arches her back, presses her ass outward.

Wet, soft, licking noises drift up from behind her, but I can’t give a shit. Danielle fills my vision, every flutter of her eyelashes and breath that escapes her lips. She drags her hand up and down my cock, outside of my shorts, huffing, puffing, wanting more of it. More of me.

“Please,” she whispers. “Please, Mr. Long.”

She could be talking to either of us, but that was meant for me. It has to be.

“You want it,” I grunt.

“Please,” she whimpers, again.

“Take it.”

She fumbles with the tie on my board shorts, gets it undone, and shoves them down. They drop to the floor and my dick springs free, hard and wet for her. Dripping as it did at the banquet when she polished me off so good I whacked off back in my villa afterward.

Danielle slides her fingers over my tip, then down the shaft. She grips tight and strokes, rubbing it against her body and her palm. “Yes,” she groans. “Oh, yes. Oh, god, baby, I want to come so bad. I want to come so bad.”

She shuts her eyes but doesn’t quit stroking me.

I take her hand, spit in it, then fix it back on my dick. She moans and writhes, quickens the pace on my dick. I tingle for her. Fuck. I’m ready to fill this woman, now.

“I want to come,” she moans. “Please, let me come. Can I come?”

“Come,” Joey commands.

It should be a shock to my system, but it’s not. It’s like hearing my thought spoken out loud, with my voice, from another place.

“You can come, baby. You can come for Mr. Long.”

Danielle tightens her grip on my dick and fucking rages against me. She loops her other arm around my neck, ass still pressed outward, and sucks on my lip. She bites down on it and moans between her teeth. “Coming, oh, fuck, I’m coming.”

She rocks and rolls. She’s coming so hard I nearly come with her, squirt all over her hand instead of inside her cunt where I belong.

Finally, the orgasm subsides, and she collapses against me, breathing hard.

“So good,” she whispers, her voice still thick with desire. “So good.”

“I’m not done yet,” I growl.

Joey’s still in the room, and he needs to fucking learn that this woman is mine. So I’ll claim her, and if he witnesses that, all the better. Then he’ll finally fuck off.

“On the sofa,” I growl. “Now.” I grip her upper arm and drag her there.