Sleeping With The Ruthless Heirs

Elsie

"Down on your knees, kitten.”

Jacob’s voice was low and hard, leaving no room for me to argue.

“Fuck you,” I shot back, trying to pull away, only to slam right into Aiden. His chest was solid against my back, and the press of his erection made my breath catch.

I was stuck between them, their bodies closing me in like a cage. They were bigger, stronger, and the heat coming off them made it hard to think. I felt small. Trapped. Like a cornered animal.

I turned around fast to face Aiden. His eyes dropped straight to my chest. My nightdress had slipped, half my breast hanging out, and he stared openly.

It took him a moment to drag his eyes back up to mine.

“You’ll do what he says,” he told me quietly. “You stole.” He nodded at the whiskey bottle in my hand. “And you should be punished for it.”

Jacob stepped closer and took my chin, lifting my face so I had to look at him.

“When everyone else goes to bed,” he said, “little Elsie sneaks out to steal alcohol.” His thumb brushed my jaw. “I could fire you for that. And you know I could. Are you a bad girl?@

“I didn’t steal it,” I said. “It was left over from your party. It was going to be thrown out.”

“Sharp tongue,” Jacob said, eyes narrowing a little. “You should be careful with it. In this house, that can get you hurt.”

A shiver ran through me.

They were dangerous. I’d always known that.

“Answer the damn question, kitten. Are you a bad girl?” Jacob repeated.

If anyone else had asked me that back in the slums, I would’ve said yes without even thinking. I’ve always been the “bad girl” to everyone but my sister. Even my closest friends thought it, and they loved me for it.

But that’s not what Jacob meant.

He didn’t mean the girl who once knocked a guy out cold, or the girl who broke someone’s nose for trying to hurt her sister.

When he says “bad girl,” he means something else.

He means slut.

And that’s something I’ve never been.

“No, sir,” I whispered. I looked up at him, my eyes wide, almost pleading. God, I hated how I sounded. And I hated even more that he could make me feel that way.

“I think you are,” he said. “Only bad girls sneak around drinking whisky in a house where they’re supposed to be working as servants.” He gave me a slow grin. “You just wanted a little taste of the high life, didn’t you?”

No.

I hadn’t planned any of this. I just wanted water. I came downstairs earlier, but the house was so loud and crowded that I waited until the party ended.

I’d never tasted expensive whisky before. I only wanted a sip.

I didn’t know they were still awake.

“There was a time,” Jacob said, softer now, “when girls like you knelt for men like us.” His hand on my chin gentled, almost like he was petting me. “I think it’s a good time to bring that back.”

His eyes deepened.

“Down on your knees, kitten. Let’s see just how much of a sinner you are.”

“Please,” I whispered. “Just let me go. I promise I won’t do this again.”

“Don’t pretend you don’t want my cock. Every girl in this city wants a taste of this dick.” Jacob reached for the waistband of his joggers, pushing them down.

His hard and thick cock sprang out, hard and thick and bigger than I’d ever imagined a man might be in person.

I’ve seen a dick before, but my ex-boyfriend was small. I’ve never seen a naked dick this big before.

“No. I can’t…”

“You are, or I will fire you on the basis of stealing.” His erection bobbed in front of me, the head red and angry and already wet with precum, and I shrank back.

But there’s no use. “Get her down, Aiden,” Jacob said, his voice suddenly impatient. “I’m tired of this game. I get her first, and then once she swallows my load, you can shoot yours wherever you want.”

I felt hands on my shoulders, heavy hands, forcing me down to my knees. I land harder than I meant to, and the wood of the floor bruised my skin, bringing tears to my eyes as I look up at Jacob.

“That’s right,” he says darkly. His hand wraps around his thick length, angling it towards my lips as I pressed them tightly together, and then—

“Who is there?”

A voice asked, footsteps echoing towards us. It was Mrs. Chavez, the head maid.

Jacob shoves his cock back into his joggers, “Today is your lucky day.”

I let out a shaky breath, thinking it was over as they walked out.

But then Jacob looked over his shoulder at me.

“This isn’t finished, kitten.”