Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 125962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
He unbuttoned his pants to show me a defined Adonis belt, dark pubic hair distinct against his pale skin.
So he wasn’t a natural blond.
His cock was ... fuck. I licked my lips, unable to fathom what was happening, afraid to breathe wrong for fear of ripping myself away from this tear in the time space continuum.
Cristian’s hands were tight on my hips as he turned me around to face him.
I expected to see something on his face. Rage the most likely. His fiancée was drooling over another man’s cock on our wedding day.
Yet there was none that I could see. No. Cristian was turned on. His eyes roved over me, eating up whatever I was showing on my face.
“Take off my clothes, Sienna,” he demanded.
My hands were shaking as I gently pulled off Cristian’s suit, hanging it over the back of a chair.
I worked his buttons, slowly, while I felt a featherlight touch on the bare skin of my ass. Lips at my neck. Warm, hard, naked skin against my back.
Cristian’s eyes were on me. He did not even glance at the other man in the room. But he knew he was there, touching me. Because his cock hardened against my hand when I reached into his pants.
Felix slipped his hand downwards, caressing the cleft of my ass before he teased at the entrance. I sucked in an unsteady breath, ready for more, my limbs wobbly lead.
But then he moved away, his hand too. I didn’t look to see where he went, my eyes stayed fixed on Cristian. I was trying to gage what this would do to us. If it would ruin everything.
If, at that precise moment, I cared. Even if I did, I didn’t think I had enough power to stop anything.
Cristian palmed my cheek. Tenderly. He’d never touched me so tenderly in the time I’d known him. He moved forward and laid his lips on mine, gently.
“Suck his dick,” Cristian whispered against my mouth.
I gaped up at him as my pussy throbbed from his words. The command. The fact I knew this man well enough to understand the subtleties in his tone. It may have been icy, but it was not cold. Despite what he said before, there was something about this my fiancé liked.
Somehow, I had managed to drag this mafia boss down further into the darkness.
“Do I need to tell you again?” he asked softly.
I shook my head slowly, moving as if through water toward the bed. Where Felix was lying. Naked. Watching me.
Only me.
Cristian’s eyes were solely on me too. Each man knew the other was there, of course. It was what made this all the more forbidden.
I had the power here, even though these were two of the most dangerous men in the city, if not the country. Even if Cristian was making the demands.
That power flowed through me like a drug, electrifying my nerve endings. My eyes drank in Felix, lying there, as if he were carved from marble, his cock hard, beautiful.
My knees hit the bed, then I crawled toward him, my heart beating in my throat. My body already primed to orgasm. He could’ve touched my arm right then, and I would’ve fallen apart. My hands ran up his alabaster thighs, the skin peppered with more scars, more evidence of his survival.
When I reached his cock, I wrapped my hands around him, resulting in him letting out a rough hiss. My eyes moved up, locking on his. I smiled wickedly, feeling the power I was holding in my hand. The power I wore on my body.
I teased him, slowly running my tongue along the tip, gripping him at the base of his cock. He was taut underneath me, all of his muscles coiled. My mouth circled his head, then I took him all in my mouth.
As I moved, Cristian’s hands settled on my hips, the bed depressing as he positioned himself. Right at my entrance.
I held my breath, Felix’s cock in my hand as Cristian pushed into me. My body hummed as he moved, finding his rhythm. Full sensory overload. Once I found purchase over my limbs again, I took Felix in my mouth once more, moving in tandem with Cristian’s thrusts.
I was desperate for release as we moved quicker and quicker. I was desperate to have Felix come in my mouth while Cristian came inside my pussy. But he didn’t give me that chance. Despite the power I felt, which was surging through my veins, Cristian was ultimately in charge here.
So when he stopped, when he pulled out of me, my mouth stopped moving against Felix’s cock.
“You will ride him while I fuck your ass,” Cristian commanded, yanking at my hair, pulling my head back to expose my neck. My eyes met his, dark, frigid, endless. There was challenge there. His was daring me to disobey him. To plead that my body already couldn’t take any more.