Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
We literally butt heads when both of us move in to eat her pussy at the same time. After I win the spot, Nate focuses on her breasts, and the two of us work together to get her off, not once but twice, within a matter of minutes.
Meanwhile, Ky sits slouched in the chair, sipping a whiskey, occasionally watching but otherwise putting on an air of disinterest.
It wouldn’t be obvious to anyone else, but it’s plain to Nate and me that there’s a war going on inside him, even more than the one that’s usually raging. What Honor did in her apartment is proof that this all means more to her than a contractual obligation, and the way Kylian responded tipped his hand as well.
After Nate and I spend our loads deep inside her, Ky throws back the last of his drink and rises from the chair, unbuckling his belt. “Fun’s over,” he says, his eyes dark and menacing.
The afterglow smile that had lit up Honor’s face disappears instantly as Kylian pulls the blindfold from the drawer. He turns her away from him, ties her up, and uses her body like she’s someone who means nothing to him.
With his hand encircling Honor's neck and his fingers digging into her soft flesh, Kylian drives into her pussy like a man possessed, then into her ass, where he takes his pleasure, seemingly without a thought for hers. She puts up a fight as best she can, moaning with pleasure through gritted teeth, as though the very fact we can make her feel good is something twisted and terrible. I expect her to say the safeword, but she never does.
When Kylian’s finished, he cleans himself up and heads for the door, telling Nate and I to follow in a tone that lets us know he isn’t open to objections.
As we leave, Honor is sitting on the edge of the bed, chin held high, staring straight ahead, trying to look unaffected by my brother’s treatment of her.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I tell her, needing her to turn my way.
“Bye, Lyle,” she says, her eyes still on the wall in front of her.
Reluctantly, I follow my brothers into the hall. “What was that all about?” I demand of Kylian as soon as we’re in the elevator.
“What do you mean?” he asks, jabbing the garage button even though we’re already in motion.
“Why do you have to be that way with her?”
My oldest brother looks at me, his expression carefully neutral, as if we’re talking about the weather. “You mean our virgin? I was merely taking from her what we bought and paid for.”
“She’s more than that to us, and you know it.”
“Whatever you may be feeling about her, don’t project it onto me. And I’d like you to remember that this is all a financial agreement. Nothing more.”
He can tell himself that, but I know he doesn’t believe it. I glance at Nate, who merely raises a brow as he steps out behind Kylian.
* * *
Back at Montgomery House, I’m aiming to get some work done before I go to sleep, but Dick-Ass has other plans for our night. Kylian tells Nate and me that he’ll deal with Dad, and we start to head for the stairs when the old man comes out into the hall.
“All of you. In here. Now.” He stands outside his door, waiting for the three of us to file past him, as if we’re still children, and he just caught us looking at pictures of naked women online.
“What’s going on, Pops?” Kylian says, his casual, mocking tone letting Dick-Ass know that he couldn’t care less that our dad is riled up about something.
“That’s a really good question, Son.” He puts emphasis on the last word as if to remind Kylian who’s in charge, but our older brother remains unimpressed, flopping onto the couch along the wall farthest from Dad’s desk.
“It has come to my attention that the three of you boys recently made a very large expenditure,” Dick-Ass says.
At first, I think of Nate’s donation to the hospital, but it wouldn’t have posted yet. A sliver of fear inches into my belly as realization dawns.
“What puzzles me most,” Dick continues, “is why Aston men—no matter how young and inexperienced you may be—would need to pay for sex.”
The three of us have private accounts. He shouldn’t be able to see what we’re spending money on.
“What’s the problem?” he asks, looking around at all of us. “Do you have endurance issues? Do you have to fuck virgins who won’t know the difference?”
What the fuck? No matter what bank statement the old man might have gotten his hands on, I’m absolutely positive the item listed from the auction didn’t read “Sex with a virgin.”
“How do you know what we spend money on?” Nate never loses his cool, but there’s alarm in his tone.