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)
She tries to catch her breath as I push into her with long, smooth strokes. "It's bigger," she says breathlessly, and my brothers and I laugh.
"Did you ever think you'd lose your virginity with two men watching you and holding you down?" I can't help taunting her, wanting to make her squirm more.
She shakes her head and then cries out as I thrust deep inside her again.
"Did you ever think you wouldn't even know the name of the man who took your cherry?"
Her head shakes again, a faint blush on her cheeks. It's not my intention to shame her.
My finger finds her clit, and she groans. "Are you going to come with my cock deep inside you?"
She's getting close. I wonder how much of it is this situation. If she gets off from being watched, then this is going to be one hell of an interesting month. I vary my strokes, some hard and fast, some long and smooth. My finger works her clit until her chest is heaving and her breathy whimpers fill the room. My balls tighten as an orgasm, as strong as a tidal wave, approaches, but I wait until she's there, too. Then I pinch her clit and drive all the way into her.
The girl's cries fill the room as she clamps down on my cock. "Fuck," I hiss as waves of pleasure overtake me. It feels amazing. She's so damn tight, and now she's milking my cock like a pro. Maybe feeling smug that I got her off under the circumstances makes me an asshole, but I don't care.
She writhes around the bed as if trying to get away, but her continued moans suggest otherwise. Besides, Lyle and Kylian have a firm hold on Sparrow as they watch her with hungry eyes. I keep rubbing her clit even after my cock has stopped pulsing inside her. She squirms as the pleasure becomes too much, and I still my finger.
I pull out and see a small trickle of blood between her legs. The skin on her chest is reddened, and her breathing is still heavy. But it's her flushed face that I focus on. Then I see it, just before she bites her lip—a quick smile.
That tells me all I need to know.
Lyle undoes her blindfold, carefully sliding it out from under her mask as I zip up.
Then we all look at Kylian. He smiles as he stares at the panting girl on the bed. Someone might consider it a charming smile, though a bit rakish. But that opinion would change if they looked in his eyes. Even through the mask, his gaze is hungry.
Predatory.
Dangerous.
4
KYLIAN
BREAK OR BE BROKEN
"My turn."
Little Sparrow shivers so hard I can see it, a ripple racing from her flushed throat all the way down. I'm sure I'm not the only one who noticed her brief smile after Nate fucked her, but if she thinks I'm going to go as easy on her as he did, she's got a surprise coming. I can only toy with my prey for so long.
"Do you want us to hold?"
"No." I cut Lyle off before he could finish. "I want her alone. Just her and me."
She's not smiling now.
The way she wets her lips nervously has me hard as a steel bar. She hears the threat in my voice and doesn't want to be left alone with me. I understand that. That's what I want her to feel. Captive. Insecure.
Mine to do with as I want.
Has she figured out yet which virginity she has left to give me? No one has said it explicitly, but she has to realize what's coming. And if she doesn't, she'll learn soon enough.
Nate looks at her with concern, and his voice is uncertain. "I think maybe we should stick around. Help, you know."
"Out. You've staked your claim. Now it's my turn."
Little Sparrow looks to them, then to me, then back again. She swallows, and I watch her throat work. It gives me all sorts of ideas, none of them close to decent. Some of them are barely legal. Maybe she realizes what she's in for, but I doubt it. She was a virgin, for fuck's sake.
Lyle takes Nate by the arm and pulls him along. "Come on. We all paid for this. It's Ky's turn."
After a quick glance at our prize, then a slightly suspicious one in my direction, he nods. "Okay." A moment later, the door shuts behind them, leaving only Little Sparrow and me.
She's not meeting my gaze. Her breathing speeds up as soon as the door is shut, and I love how I make her nervous. I'm going to fucking enjoy this.
"Look at me." Putting my curled index finger under her chin, I force her gaze up until I'm staring right into those big, beautiful blues. Her features tickle a distant memory. Something about her feels familiar, but I can't place it. Someone I met once, probably. Or maybe she looks like a celebrity. I don't pay much attention to them, but pictures come my way sometimes. It doesn’t matter. "You're fucking beautiful, even behind that mask."