Chapter 4I Bought The Twins Now They Own Me

To celebrate my new acquisitions, I’d not only dropped a small fortune on the bar’s most expensive champagne but had also, in a fit of bravado, drunk far too much of it.

My tolerance for alcohol was notoriously low. One moment I was lucid, the next, the world was tilting on its axis.

A strange heat was coiling in my stomach. I ignored it, my voice a lazy murmur. “Alright, that’s enough for tonight. I’m going to bed.”

Chloe nodded, moving to help me to my room, but a figure smoothly intercepted her. It was the gentler twin, the one who moved like poetry. Rhys.

He gave Chloe a small, polite nod, his voice soft but carrying an authority that was impossible to refuse. “Miss Ava drank so much because of my brother and me. It’s only right that we take care of her.”

The other twin, Liam, nodded eagerly, his pretty face a mask of concern. “You’ve had a long night too, Chloe. We can handle it from here.”

Chloe looked into Liam’s wide, misty fox eyes and, to her own apparent surprise, found herself nodding. She turned and walked out of my penthouse like a woman in a trance.

In my room, the world was a blur. I was lying on the cool silk of my bedsheets, my head spinning, sleep refusing to come. Moonlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the room in shades of silver and black.

My phone on the nightstand lit up, the opening chords of a ringtone about to shatter the quiet. A long, elegant hand shot out and silenced it before the first note could sound. Another hand took the phone and simply turned it off.

A tongue, impossibly warm and slightly rough, like a cat’s, traced a line across the back of my hand, sending a shiver through me.

In the haze, I felt someone lift my foot. Fingers gently worked at the buckle of my red stiletto.

Click.

The shoe fell to the floor.

A furry tail coiled around my calf. My hand instinctively reached out and grasped it. The tail paused for a fraction of a second, then pressed more insistently into my palm, the fur like silk.

It was ticklish.

As my consciousness finally began to fade, a voice whispered in my ear, a velvet trap.

“Ava. Tell me… whose tail is this? Guess wrong, and you’ll have to be punished.”