Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
But he's wrong. Handing over the power and control to them is as much about a release for me as it is for them. I'm strong enough to give them whatever they need. I'm resilient enough to play my part, knowing how much this heals them, however messed up it might be.
Nate is watching Kylian with wary eyes. For so long, he was shielded by his brother, but now I see that the tables have turned. Nate is the protector because Kylian is too wounded to hold himself together and maintain control. Lyle's eyes never seem to leave my face, taking on an almost hypnotic gaze as though with every passing moment, his belief that I'm really Honor, really the girl he loved when he was a child, slips further from his grasp.
They've changed so much, but I have too.
I saw strength in my mom that I've tried to emulate. I saw resistance and fight in her that now bubbles inside me.
These men will have these days with me. They'll feel as though they stole, took, plundered, and maybe it'll be enough to help them past their urges. Maybe they won't need this again because the idea that they might chase this kind of control over other people is like a tsunami of sadness to me.
I remember a day from our past when my mom was still their housekeeper; before Richard Aston swept her off her feet with a showy proposal. The four of us kids lay in our sprawling backyard like a giant starfish with our heads together in the center and our legs pointing out into the world. My hair was tangled in with theirs, and the sun was so bright I couldn't keep my eyes open for more than a second at a time. We talked about stupid things like who is the strongest superhero and what superpower we'd choose if we had the opportunity. I said I wanted to fly like a bird. Lyle wanted to climb like Spiderman. Nate wanted to be strong like the Incredible Hulk. Kylian took the longest time to tell us his choice, and when he did, I reached out my hand and took his.
I want to be able to turn invisible, was what he said. Even at the time, with youth dulling my perception, I knew why.
Would he choose invisibility still?
Or would he choose to be an antihero, capable of taking over the world?
"Honor," he says abruptly, bringing me back into the room. "Turn her over," he orders his brothers.
They unstrap my bindings and roll me unceremoniously, and Kylian wastes no time nudging my thighs apart. His cock is already hard again, which shouldn't be possible so fast. He grips my hair, spreading his hot, heavy body over mine. Nate and Lyle hold my hands to the side, spreading me like an X on the bed—a mark made when a name cannot be written.
When Kylian thrusts into my body again, there's a bite of pain that makes me cry out before the slickness of pleasure follows in its wake. He ruts into me like a jackhammer, emotionless and robotic. I imagine his eyes closed to the reality of the room, trapping him in his own world as he strives to exorcise his demons.
"Fight me," he says again, and I struggle, even though the odds of me freeing myself are impossible. With every jerky movement I make, Kylian sinks deeper into possession, and my heart breaks a little more. His fingers bite into my flesh, hard enough to bruise, and even though the pursuit of his own pleasure is ruthless, his hand snakes beneath my hips, the tip of his fingers finding my clit with perfect pressure to release a light-fracturing orgasm that threatens to turn me inside out, as he is overcome with pleasure too.
Between our bodies, we're slippery with sweat, and Kylian's chest heaves as he tries to get his breath back. I expect him to pull out and walk over to fix himself a drink. I brace for the withdrawal of his thick cock and the spill of his release from inside me, but it doesn't come. Instead, he stays buried deep, canting his hips slowly, the heat and tightness of me around him too good to leave behind. Then, he presses a soft kiss between my shoulder blades, and my heart stops.
The silence in the room is like the empty echo of a water-filled cave. Kylian stiffens as though he realized what he was doing too late to stop it.
A single kiss. Who knew something so small could be so sharp, bright, and tender?
Who could guess that the simple press of lips on damp skin could shatter me?
More tears leak from my eyes, this time into the pillow. Nate and Lyle relax their grip as Kylian scrambles from the bed, leaving me hollow and empty in his wake.