Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 130924 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 655(@200wpm)___ 524(@250wpm)___ 436(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130924 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 655(@200wpm)___ 524(@250wpm)___ 436(@300wpm)
“The way to my heart,” he says through a groan.
Crane pauses again, grabbing Brom by the hair and yanking his head back. It’s only then that I notice the blood under Brom’s nose, a cut at the side of his head. My stomach twists knowing that Crane has hurt him, even though I know it’s what he deserves for hurting me.
“Take a good look at her, Brom,” Crane says. “Because a look is all you’re getting.”
Brom lets out another strangled roar, his eyes seeming to grow darker. The flames from the candles make it look like there’s Hell inside them.
You know there is, I remind myself. You saw what he tried to do to you. There is Hell inside that boy and you’re not safe until its gone.
“Are you wet?” Crane asks me as he starts pumping again, the desk rattling. “Lift up your nightgown and show him.”
I meet Crane’s eyes, surprised at what he’s asking me to do. Even though his expression is ravaged by lust, he holds my gaze with gravity. “He won’t hurt you. He won’t touch you. I won’t touch you either, not unless you ask me to. I just want him to see what he can no longer have.” He pauses. “There is more than one way to hurt a man, darling.”
I swallow hard, eying Brom for a moment. It sounds so cruel.
But it sounds perfectly cruel.
A strange jolt of power runs through me. Is this what it’s like to be Crane? To be the one in charge, the one holding all the cards?
I take off Crane’s coat, discarding it on the ground. Then I move over so that Brom can see me clearly. I meet Crane’s stare and am delighted to see that clinical side of him is gone and instead he’s staring at me with pure molten heat.
Energy buzzes inside me like I’m a beehive, my legs dripping with honey.
This power, this power. I can taste it on my tongue, the way that these two big men stare at me like what they’re doing to each other doesn’t even count, doesn’t even factor.
All they see is me.
I lift up my nightgown and part my legs. My heated core is met with cool air and both Brom and Crane suck in their breath in unison.
Yes. This is the power.
Electricity curls up my spine and I bring my hand down, sliding it over my pelvis bone, parting my most sensitive area. I am wet—I can feel it gathered on my thighs.
I’m staring at Brom, remembering how he hurt me, feeling revenge and cruelty spike through my heart. It’s not just the horseman. It’s not just that he smashed my head into the wall and that he wanted to kill me. It’s that he left me. I know why he left but it still doesn’t stop the pain, the fact that he didn’t think I was worth confiding in, that he still left me when he knew my mother never had my best interests at heart. Never once returned to Sleepy Hollow to tell me the truth, never once sent a letter to let me know he was okay.
Instead he was with this man, this man who is deep inside him and I have to admit, I’m a little angry at Crane too because it wasn’t fair that he got to have Brom while they were in New York and I was left behind. I’m jealous that he got Brom during those lost years while I was all alone.
I look at Crane now, the lust deepening his frown, his mouth open in ragged gasps as he continues to thrust into Brom’s backside. Well, if he wants to punish Brom, then I’m not going to stop him.
I’ll help him.
I sidle closer to Crane, making sure Brom can still see me where it counts.
“Touch me,” I say to Crane, swallowing hard. It feels like I’m acting in a play but I have to own it, own this wild energy that’s running through me and claim it as mine.
His eyes flash. He clears his throat. “Ask me nicely.”
This man does not let up.
“Please touch me.”
He reaches out and slides his large hand up my inner thighs, making me shiver at his touch, and lets out a deep groan.
“Christ, Brom, you should feel how wet she is already,” he pants. “She’s dripping down her legs. Do you think it’s all for you or all for me?”
Crane slows down his pace inside Brom as his hand glides up and up my thigh until it’s sliding over my slick surface and I can’t help the soft cry that falls from my open mouth.
“God,” I breathe.
“You know I am,” Crane says through a grunt, simultaneously shoving harder into Brom while starting to pleasure me with his hand. His fingers sink inside me, the movements rough even though there’s barely any resistance, I’m so wet.