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)
If there's any doubt that she’d enjoy this, it's dispelled by her laugh as she slips past him. The sound of it brings me right back to the English garden behind the house. Only this time, the penalty for getting caught won't just be noogies. But she'll enjoy that too.
She darts past Nate but looks up too late. She lands in my arms, warm and soft and squirming. After a quick struggle, I capture her wrists and twist them behind her back, forcing her chest against mine. She has to crane her neck to look up at me.
"Let go!"
I laugh. "Not fucking likely." Instead, I bend so I can bury my face in her neck. Drawing a deep breath, I take in her scent—something fruity in her shampoo, a little sweat, a heady tinge of nervousness. It's intoxicating. Does she feel how hard I am against her?
I dig my teeth into the sensitive skin of her throat, and she gasps.
With a sudden jolt, she tries to push away. I almost lose my grip, but not quite. Her face is tight with concentration, and she twists under my arms, just as Nate and Lyle catch up. I nod, and they nod, lightning-quick communication between us. Words are never necessary between the three of us. I release her, and they're ready to receive.
She tries to run, but they clamp down on one wrist each and pull them apart, forcing her arms wide. The stance angles her chest forward, as if she's offering those glorious tits up to me. She glares up at me, her chin held high, the challenge clear.
Sexy as fuck.
"Fine. You got me. Now what?" Her voice quivers with tension.
I chuckle. "Now we take what’s ours." Gripping the lapels of her blouse, I tear it open.
She gasps as buttons shoot across the room and hit the floor with a clatter. As the guys bring her arms back behind her, I slip the shirt over her shoulders and down to her wrists. Lyle uses it to tie her wrists together.
Her foot shoots out so quickly, that it attests to some sort of self-defense class while she was on the run. I only barely twist in time, but it still smarts against my thigh. Nate and Lyle tug her backward, putting her off balance.
"Now we're talking." I lift her chin with my hooked index finger, forcing her to keep her glare on me. "Fight me, Honor. Make me earn my prize."
With my free hand, I palm her breast, squeezing it, exploring her patterned bra cup with my fingertips until I find her hardened nipple underneath the silk. Her tits are so fucking perfect, but my eyes are on her lips. I lean in and kiss them.
She bites my lip, and I don't fucking care. When I finally kiss my fill and pull away, I taste blood.
A wicked smile curls her lips, and her beautiful, big eyes are smoldering with excitement. "You want me to fight? I'll fight."
"I'd have it no other way." I lunge, wrapping my hand around her throat. Her pulse comes rapidly, the artery in her neck throbbing against my palm. It feels so small, so fragile. So soft.
She squirms under my grip but doesn't pull away. Lyle leans in from behind her to nibble on her shoulder. Even Nate is getting into it now, running a hand over her creamy stomach while his other one explores the curve of her ass. Her breaths come quickly, and her chest is flushing bright red.
Leaning close, I hiss in her ear, "Giving up so easily? You pretend, but you want this. It turns you on. You need this—all of us taking what we bought, all of us making you do exactly what we want you to. All of us, deep inside you."
She draws a sharp breath. "No," she whimpers, but she wets her lips, and when I stroke her chin with my thumb, she closes her eyes and leans her head back on Lyle's shoulder in submission.
"Pull down her panties."
Nate, in the best position, reaches up under her skirt. She squeezes her thighs together, crossing them to make it more difficult, but when we control her balance, it doesn't take much for him to pull them down to her ankles. They're white—virginal. Not that she's a virgin anymore, but that's how it all started. She’s only ever been ours. No one has touched her but us. Even when she’s gone, it’ll be our mark that she bears, forever.
The reminder has me hard as steel.
Still holding her throat, I push, forcing her to walk backward. Nate and Lyle support her until her calves hit the bed, then let her fall back onto it. She squeaks in surprise. I'm on top of her in a moment, straddling her hips.
"Untie her wrists," I order while I undo my belt buckle. The leather belt slides easily through the loops as I pull it out and fold it double. With a sudden yank, I make the two straps crack so the room echoes. Honor twitches under me, following my motions with big eyes. "Pull them up to the headboard."