Nicholas felt his own cock pulse in agreement, and he hated it. Hated the visceral response his body had to just the mention of her.
Sebastian's expression darkened, his golden eyes flashing with anger as he looked at his brother. "She was a good fuck, and you had to throw her into the dungeon." He shook his head in disgust. "Now I know why you're the least liked by ladies. You're too rough. Too cold. If it wasn't for you being a dickhead about everything, I could still be pounding that tight pussy right now instead of sitting here with a permanent hard-on and no relief."
The words hung in the air between them, sharp and accusatory.
Nicholas stared at his brother for a long moment. Then, quietly, he asked, "Is she still in the dungeon?"
