Me and my stupid games within the game. I don’t like sharing Nina—not with my brother, not anyone. So, why the hell did I bring up the idea of her fucking us for questions?

Because I was thinking with my cock instead of my head—as usual.

The only pleasure the new rule brings me is that it must be making Arlo fucking mad to have to share her with me. He’s never admitted that he has any feelings toward her, but I know that he does. How could he not?

I have fucking feelings toward her. I want her all to myself. I want to care for her. I want to own her. I want to love her even. But I have no idea how to get out of this ridiculous mess that we are in to make any of my feelings come true. I’m afraid that, no matter how this works out, I’m going to lose her.

I’m not okay with that. I won’t let her lose her life because I care about her. I don’t have any idea how to save her, but I want to save her. Almost as much as I want to win the game that my brother and I play.

I already know that Nina left my bed hours ago, but still, I glance over to her spot in my bed, hoping that she is there.

She isn’t.

I groan. What’s the point of getting out of bed then if she isn’t going to be here?

She’s probably chasing my fucking brother. I hear a knock on the main door to my quarters. I groan again. Guess she’s not off, fucking my brother. Because I’m sure it’s my damn brother at the door, coming to complain that I didn’t do something right or that I should be practicing shooting or working out or training or preparing the team for our next meeting in case it involves the use of firearms, as they all inevitably end up.

I don’t want to deal with him today. I’m already as prepared as I’m going to be for our next fight. If we are smart, we will lay low for a while before we try to push any further. They are our biggest enemies for a reason. We need time to recover, and as much as Arlo thinks he is invincible, he’s not. He needs to heal before we try to negotiate with them again.

When the knocking gets louder, I finally roll out of bed. The man never sleeps. If I’d gotten shot in the stomach, I would be out cold, recovering, for at least a week. Not my fucking brother though. He doesn’t believe in rest.

I continue to grumble to myself until I get to the door and throw it open.

My annoyance changes to joy when I see Nina standing in the doorway instead of Arlo.

“You know you don’t need to knock before entering, right? You have practically made my quarters yours. Just come in. I was in bed. You can join me if you want?”

She smiles, and her whole body lights up. I haven’t seen her this happy or healthy in a long time. A good fuck and couple of days of rest have done wonders for her.

“If I were here to fuck you, I would have just let myself in.”

I frown, not liking this at all. “Why are you here?”

“You owe me an answer to a question, if I recall.”

I sigh and nod, letting her in.

“Do you want to put some clothes on?” she asks, staring down at my naked body.

“No.”

She laughs. “Put some clothes on.”

“You’re not the boss of me.”

“You sure about that?”

“Yes.”

“Put some clothes on, or I’m leaving.”

I groan. “Fine. But I’m still going to fuck you after I answer your question.”

She shakes her head and walks over to the living room couch where she takes a seat. “That’s what your brother said.”

I narrow my eyes, not liking this conversation at all. “And?”

“And what?” she says casually even though she knows damn well what I’m talking about.

“And…did he fuck you?”

She grins and twists a strand of her hair around her finger. “That sounds like you have a question of your own. I’m tired of answering questions when I have to work so hard to get my own questions answered.”

I growl. “I’ll put clothes on if you answer my question. Did you fuck him?”

“No,” she says, grinning like she just won.

She did.

My nostrils stop flaring, my heart stops pounding, and my body stops shaking the second the word leaves her mouth. She has a lot more power over me than I like. It’s not going to end well if she has all the power and none of the information. She can’t be in control.

I walk to my bedroom and throw on sweatpants and a T-shirt before returning to find Nina stretched out on the couch. I lift her legs up and take a seat before placing her legs on my lap. It feels so natural to have her legs on mine like this. This is how normal couples behave.

But we aren’t a couple. Or normal.

She’s my family’s slave. I can’t have feelings for her. It would only lead to heartbreak.

“So, what’s your question?”

She opens her mouth and then closes it.

I huff. “You know I don’t have all day to sit here while you think of what question to ask.”

She raises an eyebrow as she folds her arms across her chest, becoming more closed off. “Oh, really? You could have fooled me. It seems like you sleep all day while your brother does the real work.”

I shrug as I put my arm around the back of the couch. “My brother works too hard for his own good. I work when I need to. But I make sure I get good rest in between the hard work I do.”

“So, what work…” She trails off, stopping herself. She takes a deep breath. “Why do you never call me by my name? Why do you always call me sweetheart or beautiful? Why do you kiss me?”

“That’s your question?”

“Yes.”

“You know, technically, that’s three questions.”

She glares at me, making me laugh.

“But, fine, I’ll answer all three.”

She couldn’t have given me more of a softball question if she tried. But it doesn’t take a genius to realize why she is asking the question. My brother. She wants to know why we are different. If either of us has real feelings for her. But that’s impossible. Arlo is far too ambitious to care for a woman who would affect his career, and I don’t take life seriously enough to let a woman into it.

“I never call you by your name because that makes you a real person whom I have to show respect. I prefer beautiful or sweetheart because it groups all of you together. I don’t have to remember your name or think of you as anything but property.”

Her face doesn’t change as I speak. I thought she would slap me for talking about her like property, but she doesn’t. And, if she’s angry with me, she is holding it inside well.

“And why do I kiss you? Because I can, and I want to. Same reason I do anything else in my life.”

She again doesn’t say anything or move.

“Why haven’t you slapped me or yelled at me, saying you aren’t my property or slave?”

She sighs. “Because I’m too busy beating myself up for asking you a question I already knew the answer to.”

“You thought I would say it was because I owned you?”

“You and your brother are pretty predictable.”

“Oh, yeah?”

She nods.

I don’t like being predictable. And I know Arlo doesn’t like it either. If she thinks we are predictable, then she doesn’t know us very well.

“Do you want more questions answered since you asked such awful ones?”

“Do I get to ask questions for free?”

“No.”

She looks away from me while she decides. She doesn’t want me to know how she really feels, but it’s clear to me, no matter how hard she tries to hide her feelings. Turning her head away won’t make me not notice how her breathing has grown heavy, her cheeks have flushed pink, and her eyes have darkened at the thought of me and Arlo fucking her again. She can pretend it’s payment all she wants, but she enjoys it as much as we do.

Last time, she couldn’t hide her cries of joy. She didn’t try to hide her moans. Her wetness. Her cum. Everything we did to her, she enjoyed. She begged for more.

And just the thought of us doing it again is getting her excited.

“I think I need more time to figure out what questions to ask before I earn them.”

She licks her bottom lip as she looks at me. I don’t think she realizes she did it, but I do. I notice everything.

“You can earn another question whenever you want.”

“Two questions,” she clarifies.

I nod. “Yes, two questions. From me and Arlo.”

Her eyes darken, and her lips part. She thinks she has control and power but not when it comes to sex. She loses a little of her power every time she willingly gives herself to us. She knows it. It’s why she tries to resist. But her body betrays her. She doesn’t have the strength to resist. Especially both of us.

“Arlo!” I shout behind me down the hallway to where I’m sure my brother is lurking, trying to decide what his next move is.

He walks down the hallway that leads to my guest rooms. I raise an eyebrow when he enters my living room. I didn’t see him enter my quarters, but I knew he was here even though he shouldn’t be. But then again, he thinks he owns everything in this house. Including me. So, I’m not that surprised he entered without an invitation. I am surprised that he snuck in, unnoticed.

I don’t bother to show my disgust. I have other more important things on my mind. And, from the look in Arlo’s eyes, he has the same thing on his mind.

We both look at Nina; she has the same look.

“We are going to fuck you,” I say even though it’s really a question. If she says no or stops us, we will stop.

“Yes,” she breathes.