Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
“I love you,” I growled in his ear, already so fucking close. He was just so goddamn hot and tight. Lasting any good length of time was a fucking joke.
He moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. The door opened, and I turned my head, locking eyes with Sophia. She silently moved forward, her fingers sliding through Chase’s hair, and then he was grunting, his cock swelling in my fist as he came all over the comforter beneath us, a low, shattered moan spilling from his perfect mouth.
20
Sophia
Walking into the room to find Trigger balls deep inside Chase had damn near made me dizzy. I’d never seen Chase submit to anyone else, but one look at his glassy eyes told me he was submitting to Trigger and loving it.
His eyes were hazy, his mouth slack as Trigger used him, fucking into him with hard, brutal thrusts that punched breathy grunts from his body. I settled on the bed beside his head, my fingers soothingly running through his hair. I knew how it could feel to be with Trigger. How all-consuming it was.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuck,” Trigger suddenly growled, burrowing his face in Chase’s neck as his hips fell off-rhythm. His fingers tightened on Chase’s hips, and then, he was coming, moaning against our man’s skin.
Silently, he rolled to the side, tugging Chase with him. Trigger curled around him, banding his arm around Chase’s waist. Chase’s eyes slid closed, his breathing still coming in fast pants. I settled on my side in front of him, running my hand gently over his bruised and battered flesh. The mark on his chest made me sick to my stomach—not because of seeing him as a marked man disgusted me. It made me sick to my stomach because his life was now in constant danger.
They would keep coming after him until he was dead, just to prove a point, or until they were taken out. The thought of the Russians taking my man from me permanently made me sick to my stomach. And my chest tightened so much, I barely resisted gasping in pain.
Chase lifted his arm and draped it over my waist, his eyes slowly sliding open. “Been too long since you touched me,” he rasped.
A sad smile tilted my lips. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
He tugged me closer, flattening my chest to his. I tried backing away when he winced, but he just banded his arm tighter around me, pressing his forehead to mine. “I want your touch, even when it hurts.”
I blinked back tears, my heart squeezing. “I’m so scared for you,” I croaked. “This mark…”
Trigger didn’t move, but his voice was clear when he said, “I’ll never let anyone take him from us, sunshine.”
A tear ran down my cheek. “How can you promise that?” I croaked. “They won’t stop coming for him.” I cupped Chase’s cheek, my hand trembling against his beard as I closed my eyes, soaking in the feel of his skin against mine. “I can’t lose you. It will shatter me, Chase. Do you understand that?” I opened my eyes, staring into his. “Losing you will kill me. There will be nothing left of me. While you were gone, I thought I was fucking dying.”
He pressed his lips to mine in a soft, sweet kiss. But when his hand slid from my waist and up into my hair, his kiss grew hungrier, his lips parting. I moaned softly and opened for him, letting him dip his tongue into my mouth. A low whimper crawled up my throat as I pressed even closer, just needing to feel his body against mine.
I was vaguely aware of Trigger moving. Suddenly, he was behind me, his hands working at my clothes, tugging them off until I was just as naked as them. They sandwiched me between them, and I shuddered, my heart nearly about to explode in my chest. Trigger trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses against my skin, his hand coming over my body to play with my nipples.
Chase growled low in his throat and gripped my thigh, hooking it over his hip. “Chase…” I moaned when he slid his cock inside me. He set a slow rhythm, slowly rocking his hips back and forth, thrusting his cock slowly. Leaning back, I ran my eyes over his face, taking in his pinched brow and the tightness around his eyes.
He was hurting.
“Chase—”
“No,” he growled, tugging me back to him. “Let me have this, cupcake. Please, fuck, let me have this.” How could I deny him when he begged me like that? Like not having me like this would fucking kill him?
Trigger suddenly gripped the thigh draped over Chase’s hip and pulled it up. Chase jerked, a moan tearing from his throat when Trigger’s cock nudged his.
“Let me in,” Trigger growled into my skin. “Let her get both of us at the same time.”