Their Wife (Reverse Harem)

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Sofia.

After we got into their bedroom.

We found Nial in slick black trousers, a black button-up adorning his form as he scrolled through his phone sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes drifted to his brother's then to mine.

He smiled wildly, them got up and gathered me in his arms lifting me off the ground as I squeaked. I felt myself tense for a second but accepted the show of affection, however didn't reciprocate it.

Nadei got into the closet closing the door behind him and Nikolai threw me a wink, my eyes accidentally wandered off to the wet spot on his upper thigh making me blush.

Oh, no.

And Nial noticed and smirked at his brother. His brown orbs fleeted to mine swiftly. "What have you two been up to?" He teased pulling a gurgled embarrassed sound out of me.

His raven wet locks tickled my face."I missed you," he whispered kissing from my nape to my ear and I resisted the urge to admit that I sorta-kinda-maybe-a smidgen bit missed him too.

I shook my head and gave him a small closed-lipped smile making him grin setting me down as I craned my neck to peep at him.

"Go take a shower, my love. I'll pick something out for you to wear. We're going out," he informed excitedly, already strolling into the closet and I sighed walking into the bathroom.

I undressed facing my reflection in the mirror and I couldn't help but notice the way my skin was glowing. And my eyes looking more energetic and more alive and less sunken, like they used to be.

Never have I ever seen anything but grief, pain and sadness in my blue eyes till now.

I knew that I shouldn't have felt like this.

It was wrong, so fucking wrong but I couldn't help it - the familiarity, the safety, the love that these strange men were showering me with was pure torture rendering me a hot and bothered mess with one glance.

Maybe I was too damaged to think that they wouldn't hurt me. I must had been too broken to be like the emotions they were steering inside of me.

I know that my PTSD and ADHD were a handful, my carving to be wanted by someone too was affecting my judgment. And I was aware that not everyone was my enemy or was out to get me but I couldn't help but think so at times.

My paranoia and overthinking were all a result of what I had been through.

Maybe it was just my lust and attraction for them that made me feel sympathetic and accepting. Maybe a bit reluctant on liking them but I knew that it won't be lasting for long.

I was deprived of this-the care and love when I was younger and I thought that my deprivation was what is causing me to seek validation, support, love and affection from these men.

And maybe that was indeed the true reason behind my lack of common sense.

I wasn't supposed to be getting familiarized with my captors- I didn't even think that term was right to describe them with the way they have been treating me.

A captor was meant to be a name for a vicious being trapping something or someone under their mercy for whatever fucked up reason and I just seemed to get unwanted attention and troublesome at all times.

Always stayed hidden and kept to myself after escaping my family's venomous clutches. I wanted to be reassured that they wouldn't get to me and I managed to thankfully come across that small town in the middle of nowhere.

I made it my home.

But despite all of the abuse and mental and emotional torture, I grew up to be a kind person. I didn't let my stepbrothers' hateful words that shamed me for my kindness to succumb and be a heartless greedy, power-hungry monster like them.