Theirs: Series I (2 page)

“Ok, I’ll come.
 
Thank
you.”

The twins helped me in to the car.
 
Jason got in beside me and Marcus moved
to the front just as Thomas appeared at his side.
 
He took hold of the lapel of Marcus’s
suit jacket and pulled.
 
With a
sharp shove Marcus pushed him off swearing at him.

“You won’t touch or hurt her again.
 
She is with us and you won’t see her
again.
 
Back off,” he shouted at
Thomas before getting in the car and stopping another tussle between the two of
them.

The Mercedes pulled away in to the traffic the moment Marcus shut
the door and left Thomas staring hard and angry after me.

I closed my eyes and slumped in the seat a wave of tears bursting a
dam in my eyes.
 
I couldn’t help
myself.
 
Jason leaned over in the
seat and put his hand on my shoulder while Marcus turned around in his seat.

“I swear she was going to pass out on the park bench.
 
Let’s get her to a café or better still
the hotel.
 
Somewhere quiet,” Marcus
said stretching out his hand to rub my arm pressing against the back of the
driver’s seat in an attempt to shield them from my unexpected outburst at the
same time his brother was
sweeping
 
his
hand over my shoulder.
 
I didn’t miss the warning frown Jason
gave him and I got the feeling I had just got in the middle of some sort of
disagreement.

The car sped past the Coliseum and through the streets of Rome away
from Thomas and a life I vowed I would not let myself to return to it whatever
the consequences I would have to face.
 
This time I would take
charge,
conquer my fears
about being alone and looking after myself.
 
All the things Thomas had drummed in to
me day after day I was incapable of doing
  
But it seemed the Universe had
other plans for me when my head spun and I suddenly fell back against the seat
unconscious, sealing my fate.

I woke in Marcus’s arms.
 
He was carrying me.
 
We were
inside a lift in a hotel and the doors were closing.
 
His brother was next to him.
 
I blinked my eyes blearily attempting to
take in my surroundings to get my bearings.
 
Marcus was holding my body with ease in.

“Hey, she’s waking up,” Marcus said tightening his hold around my
body.

Jason quickly turned and stroked his fingers through my mid length
brunette hair.

“How are you feeling, little one?” he asked in a soft whisper as
though speaking to a child.

His brother had used the same tone and words when I was resting on
the park bench.
 
I had let it pass
at the time but now when Jason said it I felt like there was more behind it.

A part of me wanted to stiffen at its use.
 
I wasn’t a child.
 
Thomas had treated me like one for five
years of marriage hell but somehow this was different.
 
I softened and warmed to Jason’s
caressing touch through my hair delighting in the way he called me little one.
 
It made me feel safe, a feeling I rarely
felt and craved from a man, something my husband had denied me.

“I think I am ok,” I answered in a sleepy voice.

“You need some rest and then we will discuss what we are going to do
next,” Marcus said carrying me out of the deserted lift straight in to a large
opulent room filled with whites, marble pillars and light suede upholstery.

“I will put her in my bed,” Marcus said carrying me through in to
another room in which a bed draped in sumptuous dark grey silk sheets was
center stage.

We must have been in the penthouse because the room was oval and in
front of the huge bed big enough for four let alone two, there were four tall
thin windows hitting the floor around the curved wall dressed in white
curtains.
 
They looked out over the
city and I was sure I caught a glimpse of the coliseum in the distance as
Marcus carried me to the bed and lay me down on top of it.
 
Somewhere from below the elevated room I
could hear the hoot of taxis and the roar of motorcycles and scooters in the mid
day traffic.

Jason swept his hand around the back of my head to lift it off the
pillow so he could put them in a better position to support me.
 
I couldn’t help but look up at his
handsome face in awe as he laid me back down on them.

Marcus was on the phone ringing for a doctor and ordering me some
aspirin.

“We are in luck.
 
A
doctor was called in for another person in the hotel and he is on his way up,”
Marcus said walking over to me to stand next to his brother.

“Won’t be long now, baby girl.
 
We’ll get you looked at by the doctor and then in to bed for some rest.”

They towered over me in their black business suits, their tall
dominant male frames dwarfing my small curved figure lying on the bed.
 
I felt small and vulnerable, in their
power.
 
But I didn’t feel afraid
quite the contrary I felt strangely aroused by their presence.
 
I couldn’t help but frown at my odd
feelings.

“I am ok, really.
 
Thank
you for helping me get away but I am sure I will be all right,” I said trying
to sit up.

I was probably putting them to a lot of trouble and I didn’t want to
impose on them any longer.
 
I had to
start looking after
myself and that
meant getting back
to my own hotel to retrieve my clothes and leave for the airport to return
home.
 
But the brothers weren’t
ready to let me go anywhere.
 
Both
of them leaned over and gently pushed me back down on the pillows.
 
Again they exchanged an annoyed look
between themselves.
 
Jason ran his
hand through his thick dark hair cut short at the sides and back in a
fashionable style just like his brother’s.

“You aren’t going anywhere, honey.
 
You are now in our care and we are
taking charge.
 
So just sit back and
enjoy the ride.
 
It looks like you
need taking in hand.”

Jason stroked my cheek with his fingertips.
 
He lowered and softened his voice so
much so it caressed every sense I possessed and forced me in to submission.

“You are safe now.
 
Marcus and I will take care of you.
 
He can’t hurt you now.
 
There
is nothing to be afraid of.”

I opened my mouth to speak, to reluctantly inform him I could look
after myself but Marcus put a finger to my lips and hushed me.

“Let us take care of you, little girl.
 
We both haven’t had the pleasurable
opportunity to take care of a fragile woman for a long time and I think we are
going to fight over you, honey,” he grinned at his brother who shook his head
with frustration.

There it was again.
 
They
both kept referring to me as though I were a child and what was more disturbing
I was finding a strong liking for it.
 
The sudden warm trickle of wetness seeping between my thighs confirmed
my feelings.

Before anyone could say anything else the sound of the lift doors
opening could be heard.
 

“The doctor,” Marcus said walking out of the bedroom.

“Don’t worry, we will stay with you when he examines you, Kitten,”
Jason informed me.

He folded his arms and walked to the door as we heard footsteps
approach the room.
 
Both men
explained the story to the older man and helped me sit up when he wanted to
press the end of a stethoscope to my chest and listen to my heart.
 
Jason moved forwards and sat on the bed
to undo the buttons on my blouse taking the task away from my shaking fingers.

“
Shh
relax.
 
It isn’t anything any of us haven’t seen
before,” he said with a smile noticing the warmth to my cheeks.

He caressed his nimble fingers over the top of my white blouse to
seductively ease it from my shoulders and expose my white lace bra to his gaze.

Both men stood back and protectively watched every move the doctor
made.
 
When he left giving me a
diagnosis of exhaustion and stress as the cause of my faint and a firm order to
recuperate in bed for the rest of the day, I tried to put my blouse back on
aware of the brothers scrutiny and stood to leave.
 
I couldn’t lie in bed all day.
 
This was my chance to leave, to start my
life afresh and besides two hot looking guys who appeared to be rolling in
money wouldn’t want me hanging around.
 
They were far too good looking for me to be sticking around with.
 
I was
a nobody
.
 
These twin brothers were clearly
somebody who could have any woman they wanted.

But when I went to retrieve my blouse from the chair Jason caught my
arm and stopped me.
 
I gasped
feeling his male power and strength course through me as he pulled me towards
him.
 
He took the blouse from me and
put it down.

“What do you think you are doing, little one?”

I started to explain but I knew my words were futile.
 
Marcus came up behind me resting his
hands on the waist of my red summer skirt.
 
I felt the magnetic touch of his hold shiver the length of my
spine.
 
The wetness that had appeared
between my thighs grew a little more.
 
I was being possessively held by two men who wanted to
stop me putting my clothes back on and leaving
.

“We told you, Kitten you aren’t going anywhere,” Jason told me
bluntly clearly in no mood for negotiating.

“You came with us and gave us both the opportunity to care for you
so let us do it.
 
It’s something we
do very well.
 
Commit to us as our
submissive.
 
We have only known you
an hour but already we know you are everything we are looking for,” he stroked
his fingers through my hair.

“Fragile, vulnerable and in desperate need of care and protection by
a firm handed man.
 
We will guard
you from your husband and help you recover from your abuse.
 
I am guessing he has done that to you
many times before.
 
You need a male
hand to steer you out of accepting you deserve abuse and in to loving
yourself.
 
Let us take charge of
your life and you.
 
We will keep you
safe and you will want for nothing.”

I thought about Thomas and going home.
 
No doubt he would wangle his way around
me.
 
Express his apologies for
hurting me and as usual I would fall for it.
 
I needed help but from two men I had
just met who wanted me to submit to them?
 
I wasn’t sure but then what did I have to lose.
 
My life needed to change and for the
better.
 
Maybe Jason and Marcus were
exactly what I needed.

I nodded wondering exactly what they meant by being their
submissive.
 
Sure I knew about those
kind
of relationships and I had been intrigued but
what would it really entail for me with them?
 
Everything was moving so fast and my
decisions were on the spur of the moment.
 
Perhaps it was better that way.
 
I was being pushed in to changing.
 
My life had been going slow for too long.
 
My resolve to be an independent
man hating
woman might not have to happen.
 
I didn’t want to be alone and on my
own.
 
Truth be known I didn’t think
I was capable of running my own life or was that what Thomas had wanted me to
feel? My head spun with confusion and I made a choice praying it was the right
one.

“I am willing to try.
 
I
can’t believe this is happening.
 
Why would you want me?”

Marcus’s frowned.

“Why wouldn’t we want you, little one?
 
You are beautiful,
small
,
curved and so deliciously fragile.
 
You are perfect for us both.”

“Now, those clothes are coming off, not going back on,” Jason
whispered trailing his fingers over the top of the exposed part of my breast
above my bra.

I caught my breath captivated by his caress feeling my resistance
soften to his will.
 
But my
incapacity to fully catch my breath was to increase when Marcus stroked his
fingers the length of my spine and lifted the catch of my bra.

“The doctor said bed rest and that’s what we will make you do.
 
I think you need to feel safe and
protected that way some of that nasty tension will dispel and you will be
calmer.
 
Let’s put you in a safe
place, baby girl.
 
Don’t be
afraid.
 
Let it happen.
 
We will take good care of you.
 
I promise.”

I felt his lips brush the middle of my back, the moment his brother
moved his own over the top of my breast.
 
Marcus undid the catch on my bra when I dared not to protest and allowed
them to continue.
 
My heart pounded
with the danger of succumbing to the charms of the two men.
 
I had never done anything like this
before.
 
I had only slept with one
man who I had met as a teenager and married.
 
This had never been on my radar but now
I was being carried safely along on a new adventure.
 
In the space of two hours after waking
up in Rome I had argued with my abusive husband in a public place and been
rescued by two gorgeous men who now wanted me in their bed.
 
What was happening to me?