Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30094 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30094 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
“How is he?” I ask, plopping down beside him only to be pulled right onto his lap.
Roman’s hands fall to my waist as I straddle him, his thumbs slipping under the fabric of my loose tank and brushing across my skin. “He’s alright,” he murmurs. “He’s back to needing the nightlight though. He wasn’t quite ready to give that up tonight.”
“I’ll give him every night light in the country if that’s what he needs to sleep peacefully,” I tell him.
“I know you would,” he says, pulling me in until my lips brush over his. “He wants you to tuck him in though. I said you’ll be there after you’re finished putting the baby to sleep.”
“Okay,” I whisper, starting to pull off his lap, only he holds me down, keeping me seated.
“Just . . . stay a minute,” Roman murmurs into the quiet room, pulling me in tighter and curling his arms right around my back. One hand knots into my hair as the other gently roams up and down my back, and damn it, I melt right into him.
Letting out a heavy breath, I close my eyes and just be here with him, soaking in the moment of just needing each other’s company after a terrible day. We almost lost our son today, and that’s bound to leave a scar.
Levi drops down on the cushion beside us, his big hand claiming my thigh as Marcus hovers behind the couch, bracing his hands against the backrest. Levi gently squeezes my thigh, and I open my eyes, meeting his haunted stare as I listen to the steady beat of Roman’s heart. “You good?” he murmurs.
I nod and force a smile, knowing he can see right through it, but he doesn’t push me on it. “Now that Sebastian’s in bed, can you finally tell me what you did to those assholes?” I ask, slipping my hand beneath Roman’s shirt and spreading my fingers against the warmth of his solid chest.
A grin tugs at the corner of Levi’s mouth, and he tries to hide the excitement it brings, but what’s the point in hiding it? I know exactly how dark and depraved my men are, how wickedly sinful and fucked up they can be, and it only makes me crave them more.
“Stand up,” Levi says, nodding to the space in front of the couch.
I do as I’m asked, my brows furrowed as he stands beside me. He moves in close to my side, and I feel his warm breath against the base of my throat, and when he lifts his hand and it skims across my body, goosebumps rise over my skin.
He’s so close I can feel the heat coming off his body, and as he crowds me, I start to squirm under his gaze. “We started here,” he murmurs, his fingers at my throat, trailing them across my skin as I shudder. “Slowly,” he continues, “dragging my knife through his flesh.”
His fingers reach the center of my throat before trailing down, right between my breasts and down to my stomach, showing me exactly where he sliced my son’s captor open. “His screams were like nails on a chalkboard, but it was music to my ears.”
I close my eyes, picturing it so clearly.
“I opened him up, peeling back his skin and muscle, tearing it right off the bone, and for you, my sweet Shayne, I broke his ribs, one by one, and then plunged my hand right inside his chest.”
“More,” I breathe, clenching my thighs together.
Levi dips his head, his lips skimming over my neck. “I curled my fingers around his heart and tore it straight from his body.”
“Oh God,” I tremble as Marcus steps into my other side, clearly seeing the overwhelming need overtaking my body. He stands just as close as Levi, claiming my other side, and as his hand finds my hip and lowers right down between my legs, cupping my pussy, I can’t help but grind against him, desperate for a release. “And the other one?” I pant, glancing up at Marcus, knowing he would have made every second of the asshole’s slaughter count.
“Ooh, he was fun,” Marcus mutters in my ear. “He’s the one who Sebastian stabbed at the school.”
A smile pulls at my lips, knowing just how creative Marcus can be when presented with a man who already sports an injury. There’s nothing he loves more than taking advantage of someone else’s pain and increasing it tenfold. It’s like his own personal brand of heroine.
Marcus cups my pussy tighter as his other hand takes hold of my ass, squeezing hard as Levi’s hands skim back up my body, trailing over my breasts, making my nipples pebble under his touch. His lips work the base of my throat, and my eyes flutter with undeniable pleasure.
“I took his fingers,” Marcus tells me as Roman’s gaze lingers on my body, heat burning in his dark eyes. “One by one until every last one of them was gone, teaching him a lesson about what happens to those who touch what doesn’t belong to them, I would have preferred a pair of rusty pliers, but I made do with my knife.”