Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
I whimper at his words, and Kashton presses his body into my back, smashing my already cuffed arms between us. His large muscular arm is still wrapped around my neck, and it makes me arch at an uncomfortable position. My wet hair sticks to my exposed skin, making me shiver.
“These tits.” Saint’s hands come out and grip both of my breasts, massaging them before pinching my hard nipples. “They look good.” Stepping back into me, he finds my eyes. “They will look even better with my cum all over them.”
A moan escapes my lips, and Kashton laughs. “I think they need some jewelry,” he suggests. His free hand comes around and grabs my left breast.
“No—”
Kashton’s hand releases my breast and slaps over my mouth before I can finish my protest.
My fight or flight kicks in, and I start thrashing in his hold. His arm around my throat flexes again, tightening, taking away what little air I could still breathe in. I try to kick out my legs, but Saint steps into me, sandwiching me between them. They’re both six-five. Towering over my five-five. I’m barefoot, and they’re wearing combat boots.
I’m fucked. Forget the fact I’m handcuffed, soaking wet, and naked.
Saint’s eyes narrow on mine. “You need to understand one thing, Ashtyn. You’re here because I want you here. You have no say in what I do to you. You’re mine to use, to play with. When I’m done with you, I’ll be sure to return the favor.”
My eyes widen, knowing what he means—shoot me. But it won’t kill me. No, Saint will make sure I suffer for a long time for my betrayal.
“That’s if Haidyn doesn’t get to her first.” Kashton laughs, and the blood rushes in my ears at the sound of the name.
My lungs burn, tears fall down my face, and my chest heaves as I try to breathe. Saint’s figure fades in and out, and my eyes grow heavy.
I’m not dying, just passing out. They won’t kill me this soon. I know how they work. They like to play with their food before they eat it. I think that’s the worst part. I know who they really are. And how fucked I truly am.
My body jerks involuntarily, fighting to breathe before everything grows bright and almost euphoric-like. Saint has choked me out before during sex, and I loved it. I’ve even come waking up with him still fucking me. It was hot as hell.
Kashton’s hand leaves my mouth, and he removes the arm around my neck. He steps back from my body, and I fall to my knees, unable to hold myself up. A cry rips from my lips as I hit the marble floor. I’m coughing, lungs burning as I lean forward with my hands cuffed behind my back, sucking in a deep breath. Spit flies from my mouth along with the tears that fall from my watery eyes.
A hand grips my wet hair and yanks my head up. I look through watery lashes to see Saint crouch down in front of me while Kashton holds my head in place.
“I always loved you on your knees,” he says. Reaching out, he cups my tear-streaked face and runs his thumb over my trembling lips. I take a shaky breath, and he slides it between my lips.
They automatically wrap around his thumb, sucking on it. It’s like muscle memory.
He smiles. “That’s it, sweetheart. Such a good girl.” He pulls it out, and I take another quick breath before he shoves two fingers into my mouth this time, making me gag. I try to pull away, but Kashton’s hand in my hair prevents that.
Saint removes them, and Kashton laughs. “Looks like you’ve been a lazy whore, sweet cheeks. Spent too much time on your back rather than on your knees.”
I lick my wet lips and taste my tears. Saint frowns at me. “You’ll work on that first. We know how much I love fucking that pretty face of yours.” His eyes travel down my body before he slaps my outer thigh. “Spread your legs.”
My back is arched at an extreme angle from Kashton’s hand in my hair. My knees hurt, legs shake, and my feet are already going numb while I try to catch my breath from being choked. I no longer feel my hands, other than the cuffs digging into my wrists and lower back.
I adjust myself to spread my legs the best I can in my position. Saint’s hands slide up my inner thighs, and he digs his tatted fingers into my skin, making me hiss in a breath. He wears several rings, and each one leaves a fire as they slowly make their way to my pussy. “You’re wet, sweetheart.” He slides two fingers all the way inside, curling them inward, and I moan. His laughter follows. “Still the same whore that I loved to fuck.”