Total pages in book: 194
Estimated words: 187754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 939(@200wpm)___ 751(@250wpm)___ 626(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 187754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 939(@200wpm)___ 751(@250wpm)___ 626(@300wpm)
“Oh, f-fuck you. You fucking bastard.”
“Aurelia.”
Rolling my eyes, I start to move back and forth slowly. It’s awkward at first, and I feel off balance, but it doesn’t last. I focus on his face, and soon, I start to notice what it does to him when I move my hips a certain way.
Khalil bites into his bottom lip when I bounce on his dick, but when I sway back and forth, he tilts his head back and groans.
I repeat the action while watching him closely. “Like this?”
“Hell yeah, baby. Like that.”
I figured out that I don’t feel as full if I lean forward, so I do. It puts our faces close together, and for a while, we just gaze at one another while he makes me pleasure him. There’s no sound in the room other than our heavy breaths and the sound of him moving inside of me. Khalil’s hands are all over my ass, and I don’t want to like it, but the way he grips and spreads it like he owns me feels so good.
It’s nice when they touch me like they can’t get enough.
Eventually, his eyes start to close.
I mourn the loss until I realize this is my chance. I keep one hand on his chest and my gaze on his face as I quietly slip my hand under my pillow again. This time, I succeed in pulling the shard out.
No, I’m not ready to brave the icy wilderness.
But I can take this cabin.
I’ll wait until Khalil is done bleeding out and Thorin and Seth are asleep, and then I’ll do the same to them. The idea of murdering anyone—even them—makes me sick, but they’ve given me no choice.
The moonlight that had been absent before bounces off the glass, and I pause as the reality of what I’m about to do comes crashing down on me. A week ago, I never would have imagined myself preparing to sever a man’s carotid while riding his cock.
The thought of bathing in his blood makes me pick up my pace. A cold rage washes over me as I remember the night in the den and how he forced me to my knees.
He should have been the one worshipping me.
Staring down at him now and watching his face as he enjoys me, all I feel is…hmm…
It’s not hate.
Hate isn’t useful.
Hate doesn’t get shit done.
Hate won’t win me this cabin or my power back.
What I feel for Khalil, Thorin, and Seth is far more terrifying and relentless than hate.
“That’s it,” I urge when Khalil digs his heels into the bed and starts fucking me faster from below. “Come for me, baby. Keep your eyes closed and come for me.”
My name is a string of broken syllables on his lips as our middles collide over and over. The bed of twisted branches rocks and groans underneath us like it might break in half if we don’t stop, but I can’t. Khalil is close, and the unintentional friction on my sensitive clit has me racing alongside him.
“Tell me again. Tell me how I wanted this.”
My eyes drift closed as my head falls back, and I’m lost. I’m barely aware of my arms rising as I bounce on his thick cock. Khalil doesn’t notice how close he is to death as he gives it to me.
With a strangled cry from us both, we come at the same time. It feels like I’m shattering apart, so my eyes are slow to drift open. My vision is unfocused at first, but then I can see him clearly—head tilted back, veins and tendons stretching as he comes inside of me with a groan.
The asshole didn’t even wear a condom.
Holding the shard above my head with a double-fisted grip, I plunge the sharp tip downward, aiming for the center of his chest. When my wrist is seized so suddenly and harshly, I cry out in confusion and pain.
The shard is snatched out of my hand half a second later, and the sting as the jagged edge slices into my palm is nothing compared to my devastating failure.
I don’t even understand it at first because both of Khalil’s hands are still holding onto me, and his eyes are still closed. The grip on my wrist tightens cruelly, and I feel the bones twinge right before I’m violently yanked off the bed. Khalil’s eyes fly open as I fight and claw to finish what I started—to kill the first thing I can sink my teeth into.
I. Want. Blood.
Next to my ear, a deep voice rumbles in the dark like some terrifying beast awoken from a long slumber. “You are vicious, aren’t you? I think we’ll keep you, songbird.”
I’m tossed onto the floor just as light floods the room.
Thorin is standing between Khalil and me, but his back is to his best friend as he stares down at me with a mixture of amusement and warning. If I want to get to Khalil, I’ll have to go through him. Something tells me he hopes I’ll try.