Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 124870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 624(@200wpm)___ 499(@250wpm)___ 416(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 624(@200wpm)___ 499(@250wpm)___ 416(@300wpm)
“When we get a woman alone, we close in on her just like this,” Z’s husky tone whispered.
“Most women like to be chased.” Lucas hands shifted as he spoke, moving from my waist to my sides, and then sliding up. “They want to be hunted.”
“It makes them feel special. Like we’d do anything to have them.”
“And it’s only been for one that it was true.”
“I’m sure she’s a lucky girl,” I returned sarcastically.
“We’ll see soon enough,” Z answered. His lips pressed against my nape.
The mind-blowing assault came again. This time, it was Lucas who pressed a hot kiss on my throat. “Yeah,” he growled low.
With their help, my robe fell from my body leaving me naked between two of my abductors. They stayed close, but their bodies weren’t fully pressed against mine. I didn’t trust their control, though because I couldn’t even trust my own. It was impossible not to find either man sexy, but they were not who my body truly burned for.
I felt him watching me even now. He kept as still and silent as a statue. His energy surrounded us and pulled at my ties, daring me to let go. In a weird twist of fate, he was the one that had bound me, and now it seemed he was the one desperate to free me.
Maybe I was the one truly in control.
Maybe I could play this game better than any of them could.
I ran my hands up Lucas’s chest to test that theory and watched his eyes flare with surprise. He stalled, so I played harder and rose to the tips of my toes. Lips parted, head slanted, I leaned in for a kiss.
“Enough.” Angel’s voice was thick with boredom, but when I gave him my eyes again, I found jealous eyes watching me in return. “I think she gets your point.”
Z and Lucas moved away immediately while I celebrated the victory in my head.
“Sit down.” He stabbed the cushion next to him and stared past me.
What a sore loser.
I picked up my robe and pulled it on. I could feel his eyes on me as I did. When I collapsed on the couch next to him, he finally relaxed again.
Z was searching through the movies again. His face was tight and so was the bulge in his sweats. Besides their hands and lips, their erections were the only part of them they had freely let me feel.
Lucas had taken a seat on the far end of the couch, and when my gaze traveled to his, I found he was already watching me. He nodded slowly as if he’d figured out my game. I stared back as he smirked and took a drink from his soda.
Z finally chose a movie and popped it into the DVD player. He didn’t choose the couch and instead, stretched out on the plush carpet, but not before removing his t-shirt and winking at me when it cleared his head.
I blushed and then peeked over at Angel scared that he might notice. His attention was also on Z, and the angry scowl made me look away. That did me no good since my gaze landed in his lap. My pussy wept at the subtle tent in his sweats and the thick length stretching along his thigh. His size made me curious.
In a perfect world if I could let him fuck me… would he even fit?
Suddenly, my pussy had a pulse.
It was shamelessly seeking out the feeling of him inside me even though I didn’t want it.
Right?
Thirty minutes into the movie, Z and Lucas were arguing the merits of purging. That was when I heard him cry. My body tensed along with everyone else in the room, Z and Lucas’s debate forgotten.
Instinctively, I rose to see to him until Angel’s grasp on my wrist reminded me that it wasn’t allowed.
“Let me go,” I gritted. “I need to see to him.”
“That’s not what we discussed.”
“You discussed. I wasn’t given a choice.”
“Sit down, Mian.” When I hesitated, he squeezed my wrist until I cried out. I didn’t give in, though. I couldn’t. Caylen’s cries grew more intense as we stared into each other’s eyes. His were screaming to obey, and mine were screaming to understand.
My knees buckled when I couldn’t take the sound of his distress any longer, and I collapsed to the floor with my knees pressed into my chest. Angel stood, so I braced for a fight. He surprised me when he stepped around me and left the room. Minutes later, Caylen’s cries could no longer be heard, but it didn’t lessen my urge to go to him. One quick glance at Lucas and Z told me they wouldn’t hesitate to stop me.
When Angel reappeared, the t-shirt he was wearing before was gone. “Where’s your shirt?”
“He threw up on it after I burped him.”