Chapter 6: Mind Games

I gasped when my back hit the wall. This had been the second time today that this fucker had I was pinned against a wall. It had already happened earlier, but this time I wrapped my legs around the man who had slammed me against his frame.

"I will ask you again spitfire what are you doing in here," I could hear the gravel in Rory's voice. I had lost my train of thought when I felt him pressed against me. I was not touching the floor and he had both my wrists in his hand. His other hand had steadied me by my waist.

"I came into the wrong room," I whispered. I felt him brush his nose against my skin.

"Funny I was thinking that you were trying to fix your little problem," he chuckled as he nipped at my skin. I swallowed the moan that was burning in my throat.

"What do you mean," I stuttered.

"You said it yourself, "The last man that gave me that promise left me angry and frustrated," Rory chuckled. I had almost forgotten that I had challenged the twins in the kitchen. "So are you here to see if I can have you dazed, seeing stars." This time he flattened his tongue against me and licked me.

Slowly tasting me, Rory roamed his hand from my waist to my stomach. I moaned out as he moved his lips to my chin.

"I …" I could not form a thought, let alone a sentence with this man toying with my body.

"Tell me what you want, little spitfire." Rory chuckled. I swallowed my pride as I uttered the words.

"Show me," I whispered.

"Show you what?"

"Show me how you can satisfy me, Ro," I said, biting his lip. I pulled at his bottom lip and as I let go I heard him growl. I could feel the vibration against my chest. In one quick movement, I went from being against the wall to falling on his bed.

I heard his belt drop to the floor. In one swift moment, Rory grabbed my ankle and pulled me to the edge of the bed. Rory hooked my underwear with his thumbs and yanked them from my body. He removed my shirt from my body and I felt the chill against my body.

"You are a beauty like this," he whistled.

"It's pitch black in here, Ro."

"Ro…I like that." He said as he kissed my neck again. "Spread those legs for me, baby. I want to see those beautiful lips of yours."

I was glad it was dark and he could not see how his crude mouth was making me blush. I guess I was taking too long to respond to him because he went in between my legs.

My legs were open and his fingers quickly found my entrance. He slid his finger inside of me as I moaned out his name.

"Fuck spitfire you are drenching my finger," Rory hissed as he pulled his index finger in and out of me. I moaned as he pushed the pad of his thumb against my clit.

"Fuck," I whimpered as he added another finger as he bent down to lick my opening.

"I don't know what fucker left you this frustrated, but I should send him a bouquet."

I laughed at the thought of him sending roses to a dead man. "Don't bother," I moaned as he removed his fingers from me. Before I could complain, Rory replaced his tongue with his fingers.

"Ro, don't stop," I cried out as I arched my back at his touch. As I reached my climax, I felt him pull away from me. Without preparation, Rory slammed into me, filling me to the brim with his thickness.

"Spitfire, you are shameless," he said as my moans turned into screams of pleasure. He chuckled as he slowly pushed into my core, heating me up. "Fuck you are soaking my cock, baby," Rory said as he buried his face in my neck. I could feel his hand at my throat but he did not tighten his grip on me.

I could feel my body tighten around his cock. I felt myself being pushed over the edge before letting go.

"You are right there, aren't you," Rory said as he quickened his pace. Our bodies were drenched and slamming into each other trying to give each other the release that we craved.

"Please," I began to beg. I bit my lip in anger. I never begged like this. Rory could sense my anger and chuckled. He slowed his rhythm down and captured my nipple in his mouth. I groaned at the attention that he was giving my senses. He nipped at the pebble of my breast he created. I heard the pop sound when he released my nipple from his mouth.

"It's okay to let yourself go, baby. I am right here." Rory whispered in my ear. I moaned as I felt my body give in to his words. After a few strokes and the sensation keeping my body on edge, Rory pulled out of me.

He fell on the bed on the side of me. I could hear the heaviness of his breathing. I moved to my side to look at him. I did not realize that his window blinds had let the moonlight in. I could see the tattoo that started at the tip of his collarbone and stretched to his left arm. It was a sleeve of a black flower and markings that I could not make out. What I could make out was the Norse god, like a wolf staring back at me.

I trailed my fingertips against the art. He rolled over away from my touch and laid on his back. He looked at me and kept my gaze. It was hypnotizing, but when I broke the trance I sat up and gathered my thoughts.

I sighed as I went to grab my clothes. Suddenly, Rory grabbed my wrist. "Where are you going?" He asked.

I looked into his icy blue eyes and I knew that I could not stay any longer.

"I figured you were finished with me." Apparently, that comment did not sit well with this twin because he pulled me into him.

"You thought that I would fuck you senselessly and send you on your way? Really, spitfire, I was hoping that you would stay here with me for the night. Is that a problem," he questioned as his eyes pierced my soul. I pulled from his touch and threw up my walls again.

"I figured you got your relief and I got mine, nothing more," I said bitterly. I slid out of his bed and slowly got dressed.

"I see now," he said as he sat up. I could not look at the man in the bed.

"See what?" I challenged. He got out of bed and stalked towards me. I should have figured that he had no problem being naked after sex.

"You are afraid to drop your guard around us," Rory said, searching my eyes. I did not show any emotion as I kept my head high to him. He grabbed my chin and bent down. "I felt you give into my Christopher. I saw you lower your inhibitions with my brother in the room. I don't know what has you on guard, but trust me, my brothers and I are not your enemy."

I laughed at his speech. I could tell that he was trying to make me safe, but I would not feel safe as long as I was a captive. I would not have these men think I need a shoulder to cry on.

"Really, the four most dangerous men in all the city, possibly the continent, are not my enemies. Last time I checked, your older brother gave me an ultimatum: either work for you or eat a bullet."

I threw on my shirt and went to the door. "I have every reason not to drop my guard around the four of you."

Before I could leave, Rory pushed his hand against the door. "Move Rory," I hissed. I was tired of playing back and forth with him.

Rory glared at me before he stood aside. I looked him dead in his eyes and saw that whatever we had moments ago would not happen again. To be frank, I would make sure of it. Don't get me wrong, the sex between us was spectacular, but it was not enough to get me to trust any of them.