Sinful Mates 1-3

chapter 27

The bathroom was huge and all soft grey tile and black bench tops with gold finishes. Tobias was

already in the shower that could easily fit another three people and had multiple shower heads.

Reaching out, Tobias grabbed my wrist and pulled me under the stream of water. I chuckled when I

smacked into his chest, nearly slipping on the soap suds on the floor. Tobias holds me upright,

steadying me. Theo stepped in behind me and reached for a loofa and shower gel that was sitting on a

shower niche behind Tobias.

I moved over to the second shower head and started wetting my hair before shampooing it, trying

to untangle the knots that had formed. While rinsing it out, I could feel hands touching my breasts. I

knew who it was because even under the hot water his hands were colder than mine and definitely

colder than Tobias’ hot skin. Though the stream of water had warmed them some. I try to quickly rinse

the shampoo out that was stinging my eyes when I feel Tobias chest press against my back, his hands

going to my hips as he pulls me flush against him.

“Not fair, I can’t see,” I told him. He pushed me back under the stream and I managed to get

shampoo out and opening my eyes to Theo, who’s darkened eyes were watching me. I stepped back

into Tobias, his hands going back to my hips. Theo’s fangs elongated. “You said you wouldn’t,” I

gasped stumbling over my words. The way he looked at me was like a predator watching its prey.

“I won’t, your scent is just stronger from the steam. You don’t need to worry,” he says, reaching for

me. I step closer, his hands take the place of Tobias’s as I’m lifted and forced to grab a hold of his

shoulders to stop from falling backwards, and I wrap my legs around his waist. Theo’s lips crash into

mine, making me moan out before I feel Tobias at my back, pressing into me, hot and cold. Tobias

kisses my shoulder, letting go with one arm. I reach back and grab his hair pulling softly.

I hear him groan. His mouth nipping at my skin while his hands run over my ass cheeks and down

my thighs that are secured around Theo’s waist. I could feel Theo’s erection standing tall. I wriggle

down trying to get enough friction or get him to enter. Theo, realising what I want, loosens his grip so I

slide down slightly. I feel his cock part my lips but not enter, which makes me groan into his shoulder.

“You want this?” he asks, thrusting upwards but still not entering. I feel Tobias push his warm body

against my back and I lean back into him, my head rolling onto his shoulder as one arm goes around

his neck. Tobias hands going to my nipples as he pinches and twists them between his fingers. Theo

lips go to my neck as he thrusts inside me with one hard push. My walls instantly clamping down at the

sudden pain of having to try and stretch around him. He holds still for a few seconds, letting my body to

adjust and accommodate his size. Tobias starts sucking on my mark, my body instantly relaxing under

his touch as pleasures builds inside me. Theo pulls out before slamming back into me.

I moan out and grip his shoulders with both hands, letting go of Tobias when Theo repeats the

motion, moving faster. His hard cock slamming, into me making me moan out and my legs squeeze

tighter around his hips. My stomach tightens, and I can feel my orgasm building. Theo’s face moves

closer, and I feel him nip at my chin and the side of my lips before he kisses me hard, sucking my

bottom lip into his mouth, his teeth grazing it. I can taste my own blood, but it is soon gone when his

tongue plunges into my mouth. He groans against my lips. I feel Tobias hand moving along my ass

before his fingers slide between my ass cheeks, pressing on the tight muscles of my ass. I moan at

pressure my head falling into the crook of Theo’s neck as he continues to pound inside me.

“You like what Tobias is doing, Imogen?” I moan as his finger pushes inside me, all while Theo

continues to thrust harder. Tobias pulls his finger out before adding another, he pulls them in and out

slowly. Tobias lips move to my shoulder, his fingers playing with my ass, moving faster. I push back into

him.

“Not yet, you’re not ready for that yet,” Tobias says, his lips moving to my mark as he continues his

movements. My walls clench onto Theo’s cock, and he slows groaning before shoving his cock in

harder and I’m shoved off the edge. My orgasm makes my walls clamp down on him, and I feel him

twitch inside me as pleasure ripples through out my entire body. I feel Theo come inside me as his

movements slow and I ride out my orgasm before I feel Tobias pull his fingers from me. My head

slumped lazy on Theo’s shoulder as my arms drape lazily around his neck. My breathing is ragged, and

my eyes start to close. I feel Theo’s flaccid cock pull out of me.

Tobias starts washing me and I eventually unlatch my legs from Theo’s waist and slide to my feet.

We quickly shower, both of them helping me wash before I step out and grab a green towel off the

towel rack, wrapping it around my body tightly. Walking into the bedroom, I sit on the bed. Theo

destroyed what was left of my skirt the other day, and I couldn’t see my blouse anywhere. I sit on the

edge of the bed, not having anything to put on. Theo walks into the closet and comes out with a pair of

shorts on and a shirt in his hand. He walks over to me and pulls the shirt over my head and I quickly

slip my arms in and removing the towel. I hang the towel up in the bathroom and follow them out of the

bedroom.

Tobias walks down some stairs, and I find myself marvelling at the house. Its huge, its stone walls

and exposed wooden beams on the roof give it a rustic feel. Walking down the staircase, I can see onto

the floor below which has slate floors. I feel Theo’s hand on my shoulder steering me in the right

direction as we step into a loungeroom with a huge fireplace. Bookshelves line the walls from floor to

ceiling, on either side of the fireplace, and there is a fluffy grey rug and cushions sitting in front of the

fireplace which is crackling and casting shadows throughout the room. It looks very cosy considering

the size. Walking past the lounges, which are a soft brown fabric, I run my hand along the top of it,

liking the feel of its fabric under my hand.

Theo steers me through another door which turns out to be a gallery style kitchen. It has brown

cupboards and black marble benchtops and top of the line appliances. I sit on a stool at the island

bench top in the centre of the kitchen. Tobias was rummaging in the stainless fridge. I rest my head on

the cool benchtop. “Don’t fall asleep, Imogen, you need to eat,” Tobias says while walking over and

brushing my hair that had fallen over my face. He leans down and kisses my cheek, chuckling to

himself before going back to whatever task he was doing. I hear Theo pulling pots from the cupboard

and look up.

“Want any help?” I ask.

“Nope, we’re good,” Theo says turning around and winking at me. I rest my head on my hand and

yawn.

“When are we going back?” I ask. Neither of them acknowledges my question, which I find

strange. So, I ask again. “Hello, when are we going back to civilisation?”

Tobias looks up from cutting Tomatoes. “You’re not, Imogen. You’ll remain here,” he says, dropping

his gaze. Theo looks over his shoulder at me before turning back to the stove.

My eyebrows furrow confused; they can’t expect me to stay here. “What do you mean, I can’t stay

here forever. What about work?”

“We don’t have to be at work till Wednesday, and only Theo or I will go.”

“And why is that?” I ask, suddenly getting irritated. I could tell they were hiding something. Theo

looks to Tobias and shakes his head as if not to tell whatever it is.

“You’re not going back Imogen; we can’t allow you to leave here,” he simply says. I stare at him.

“I am not staying here like some prisoner, Tobias; you can’t do that,” I scream, my fists clenching.

Tobias looks up, his eyes flash and his jaw clenches.

“You will be staying, Imogen. It isn’t a choice. You won’t be leaving this property unless we say so.”

I look to Theo for help, but he just pretends he doesn’t hear our exchange of words. I shake my head,

tears filling my eyes as anger starts bubbling up inside me. How dare they bring me here and then tell

me I can’t leave; how dare they believe they can control me like this and keep me prisoner.

“No, I am not fucking staying here, Tobias. If that is what you think, just fucking kill me. I am not

going to rot here for the rest of my life,” I scream. Tobias was in front of me in seconds, his grip on my

arms hurt. I could feel his grip would bruise, but I didn’t care. “I’m not staying here,” I yell again,

refusing to back down. His eyes darken turning to pitch black orbs. And one his hands grips my throat,

not hard enough to hurt me but more to show I can’t escape even If I tried.

“It’s not a choice,” he whispers next to my ear, the anger in his words makes me shiver. Theo

comes over and places his hand on Tobias’s shoulder, snapping him back. He lets go and steps back. I

storm out of the kitchen and back to the bedroom before slamming the door.