Brutal Ambition Read Online Sam Mariano

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Dark, New Adult, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 167204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 557(@300wpm)
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Kyle is too worried about being first to give the guy a chance to figure that out. “Aiden, I said fucking stop.”

“Why shouldn’t we enjoy her a little bit before the main event?” Spiky hair guy—Aiden—asks.

“We can enjoy her all we want once we get her tied down.” Kyle’s tone is annoyed, like a spoiled boy whose friend is playing with his toy for too long and making him mad.

Aiden ignores his friend and pushes into me, forcing me against the table with such brutality, I cry out in pain and my heart leaps with fear.

He likes my pain, and he likes touching my body when I don’t want him to—I can feel it in the way he slowly drags his hand along my hip before he grips my waist.

“He’s hogging her,” the redhead complains. Emboldened by my helplessness, he tells Aiden to release my arms. When he does, he grabs my small hands with his big meaty ones and hauls me up on the table. Aiden gives me a boost, pushing me forward so far my feet are off the floor, all my weight supported by the table.

I don’t want to fall off onto the cement floor, but what they have planned is much worse. Aiden seems like a major asshole, but the redhead makes my skin crawl, so I hurl myself in Aiden’s direction.

He grabs me and pushes me back down more forcefully than he needs to. He pins my arms, then looks over his shoulder at Kyle. “Grab the rope.”

My heart hammers and I struggle harder to break free, knowing once they get me tied down, I’m completely lost.

“Please.” The word slips from my lips, and Aiden’s dark eyes meet mine, magnets drawn there by my helplessness. He likes my pretty pleas much more than he likes my fighting. I can tell by the way he looks at me.

Swallowing my pride and the traditional sense that tells me it’s only natural to fight, I force my guards down, let him see the fear in my eyes. Let him drink it in and revel in it. It injures my pride a little, but my pride won’t keep me alive, and that has to be my highest priority.

His grip on my wrists tightens, but not to hurt. To secure. To hold on.

I’m outnumbered and overpowered. They’re a somewhat united front, and I’m just a girl stranded alone in a basement with a house full of people too far away to hear me even if I wear myself out screaming.

The only chance I have is to turn these guys on each other and get some help.

I lick my lips—a subtle flick of my tongue, but it stokes the heat in Aidan’s gaze as it drops to my lips, then back to my eyes.

I think he’s the craziest one in the room, so I don’t know if it’s smart to toy with him, but I also hazard a guess: the craziest one in the room might be the easiest to flip to my side.

Kyle wants to be the leader, and the redhead wants to be a part of something. Aiden just seems to want what he wants, and if he doesn’t need the other guys to get it… I don’t know. I might be able to work with that.

A guy who hasn’t spoken yet volunteers to get the rope to tie my feet. I dart a fearful glance down at him and swallow, then I look back up at Aiden helplessly. His eyes narrow and my heart leaps.

Unfortunately, rather than come to my rescue, he pushes my thighs apart. Smirking at me as he wedges himself between them, he says lightly, “I’ll hold her legs.”

“You’re a lot of help,” Kyle sulks.

“It’s a tough job, but someone’s gotta do it.” As he half-taunts me and half-taunts his friends, Aiden slides his hands up the undersides of my thighs. He stops at the hem of my thigh-highs, then pushes them down, sliding his fingers down under the soft material so he can caress my legs.

Heat blooms on my cheeks as his hand roams my now-exposed inner thigh. I’m terrified he’ll touch me higher, so my entire body is tense. He doesn’t—maybe just because of the bodysuit—but he continues to touch me as the redhead and another guy wrap a length of rope around each of my wrists.

Two other guys roughly grab my ankles and work the rope around each one so my legs are forced to stay spread.

My heart flutters. I feel sick, but I feel a flutter between my legs too, and it’s deeply humiliating. I try to shake it off, reminding myself fear can trigger feelings of arousal. And I know what they intend to do to me. It’s not like they’re being discreet.

My voice shakes, but I still feel like Aiden is the only lifeline I might have, so I make a move to grab onto him. “You sure you want to go last?” I ask softly.


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