Briony seemed to be having trouble looking at her, keeping her concentration on Ken. “You’re so lazy. Get out of bed, Ken. I waited and waited.”
He threw a pillow at Briony. “You didn’t wait long enough. And look at you! Your tummy is bigger than a beach ball.”
Briony threw the pillow back at him. “That’s not what a pregnant woman wants to hear. Get up and bring my sister out to me now!” Her gaze shifted to Mari, tears swimming in her eyes. She choked back a sob and turned and ran from the room.
Ken shifted Mari so she was facing him, her br**sts pressed tightly against his chest, his thigh flung carelessly over hers, pinning her beneath him. “You’re trembling, sweetheart. You didn’t say a word to her and she said nothing to you. Talk to me.”
She shook her head. “She’s perfect. You know she is. She’s so feminine.”
Ken bit back his first reaction and bent his head to her br**sts. His teeth tugged and teased, tongue sliding over her creamy flesh. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Mari. Surely you can’t think she won’t like you?”
She shivered and cradled his head to her. He made her feel beautiful and wanted. Staying in bed with him seemed her only recourse. “I’ve never been so scared of meeting anyone in my life.”
His mouth burrowed between her br**sts, blazed a trail of fire up her throat and chin to the corner of her lips. “You’ll do fine. Take a quick shower and we’ll go together. I’ll be right there with you.”
Her body was deliciously sore. She stretched languidly, sliding against him, skin to skin, loving the feel of him against her. He gave her the courage she needed to take ahold of life, and this was her most important day. Briony had been so important to her. Mari had made her into a fantasy. Everything she had ever wanted to be—everything she wanted to have, to do—Mari had imagined it all for Briony. Mari had nothing but a stark, cold, much disciplined life, and she wanted the world for Briony.
Her arms slipped around Ken and she held him to her ferociously. She felt almost desperate, wanting to fit into his world but knowing she didn’t. Briony fit. Seeing her just made that clearer. Mari was a soldier. It was her way of life. Ken didn’t see her as a soldier; he saw her as soft and gentle, and the reality was so very far from that image.
Ultimately, Briony was a stranger to her. If Briony couldn’t accept her with all of her shortcomings, it was going to hurt, but it would be okay. Her sisters were the women who had been forged in fire, just as she had been. They knew discipline and duty and what it was like to be held prisoner, vulnerable and helpless. They knew her. They understood her, and they loved her. They were willing to risk everything with her. She belonged with them.
Choking on tears, heart aching, she kissed Ken, nibbled at his lips and licked the scar that split his mouth into two soft segments. She’d fallen in love with that scar. “Come with me to the shower.”
Ken made love to her, taking his time, with the water spraying down on them, doing his best to be as gentle as he could as he held her in his arms. It didn’t seem possible to have her with him in his home, that life could really be so good. In the end, no matter how he tried, the only way for him to be stimulated enough to gain relief was rough penetration. He heard the sound of their flesh meeting, like the slap of a hand, his body pounding into hers when she was already sore from a long night of his demands.
His fingers dug into her hips, taking her to the floor where there was no give, where the penetration was deep and her tight sheath gripped him the way he needed. The rougher he was, the more swollen and tight she became and the more pleasure he felt. He looked down at her, the water pouring over them, his fingerprints standing out on her soft skin, and he hated his body, hated who he was.
She wanted him, her body responded to everything he gave her, pushing her ability to accept pleasure and pain mingled together in order to accommodate his lusts, but how could she ever love him when he was so depraved and driven? When a monster lurked inside of him, one she’d caught glimpses of. Mari was not a stupid woman, and she had lived her entire lifetime with violence. She knew he was capable of making her life hell, and in spite of loving her with his body—worshiping her—he could feel her moving away from him. He turned up toward the spray, letting it pour over his face and wash away the burn of tears.
Mari said nothing as he helped her from the floor, but he noticed she looked as if she had been crying too. She pressed a kiss to his chest and stepped out of the shower to dry off. Ken stayed for a longer time, wishing the water could make him clean again. He watched it run into the drain and wished the small stream could take his sins with it.
Briony waited in the kitchen, pacing restlessly in front of Jack. He swung around as Mari and Ken entered, frowning a little in reprimand.
About damn time. She’s going to have a nervous breakdown.
Ken flicked his brother a quick warning glance. So is Mari. She’s terrified. Don’t say anything to upset her.
Jack flashed him a small grin. Papa bear is getting all growly over his little cub. All the same he positioned his body so he could protect Briony should there be need.
Ken kept his hand on the nape of Mari’s neck, wanting to give her support. He could feel the tremors running through her slender body. The woman had enough courage for ten people, but facing her twin for the first time in years was traumatic.
“Briony,” Ken said softly. “Jack and I promised you we’d bring your sister to you and we have. This is Marigold—Mari.”
Briony’s eyes filled with tears. “I’m sorry. I can’t stop crying. I’m sure it’s the pregnancy. I’m so happy you’ve come at last.”
Mari simply stared at her, drank her in, could barely believe they were in the same room. “Look at you. You look so happy.”
“I am happy.” Briony wiped at the flowing tears. “Whitney did something to my memory, and I couldn’t think about my past without feeling pain. I couldn’t remember anything, but as soon as I did, I tried to find you.” She took two steps closer but stopped again, afraid of rejection.
Mari took a step toward her. “Whitney did that to anyone leaving the compound. He liked to tell me he knew where you were, and what he could do to you if I didn’t cooperate.”
Briony ducked her head. “I’m sorry. It must have been terrible for you.”
“No,” Mari said quickly. “It wasn’t. Not really.” She took another step toward her sister. “I didn’t know any other way of life, and as a child, it was rather exciting. I missed you every single day.”