Total pages in book: 194
Estimated words: 187754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 939(@200wpm)___ 751(@250wpm)___ 626(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 187754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 939(@200wpm)___ 751(@250wpm)___ 626(@300wpm)
Feeling generous, I grind my hand against the swollen nub a few times, and she stops breathing. I can feel the physical toll it takes for her to keep quiet. She doesn’t want to give in, but she doesn’t have a fucking choice.
I’m like a dog with a bone now, and my brothers are waiting.
Got to get her ready for them.
She needs to be as soft and eager to please as she was moments ago if she wants to survive the night. It may have been fleeting—like the blink of an eye—but it’s enough for now.
“Yeah? You want to come?” I whisper when she presses against my hand. Cruelly, I shift my focus lower, away from her clit.
Aurelia’s eyes fly open, but the alarm in them as I slip my fingers through her slick pussy and beeline for her opening doesn’t deter me. “Wait. No!” she yelps too late.
I’m already pushing a finger inside.
Fuck, she’s tight.
I’m a second from saying fuck my brothers and taking her to the floor when she yells, “I’ll do it!” I’m nearly buried to the second knuckle when I pause. “I’ll…I’ll suck you off,” she says to Khalil. “Just, please. Make him stop.”
Something irrational and possessive coils tighter in my chest at her turning to Khalil. Aurelia has no fucking idea that out of the three of us, he’s the least likely to come to her rescue.
Snatching my hand from her pussy, I grip her jaw. It’s a testament to my jealousy that I ignore the scent of her arousal suddenly filling my nose. “You want Khalil to save you from me, songbird? Fine. What happens next is on you. You’re on your own.” I let her wrists and neck go to stand.
Khalil raises a brow at me in question since my anger is a little misplaced, but I just shrug off the rejection and storm out of the basement.
Leaving her alone with those two is exactly what she deserves.
For the next ten minutes or so, I pretend not to hear the sounds coming from the basement as I stomp around upstairs with no real purpose except not to be down there.
I clean up the mess Khalil made from dinner and then check all the doors and windows. We’re alone up here, so we never worried about locking it before, but Aurelia changed all that. She showed us that we’d become too lax. Too comfortable. We’d forgotten what it meant to guard our territory, but those instincts were rising swiftly once more with her presence.
Ours.
Aurelia was ours, and over my dead body would anyone take her from us.
Eventually, I stop sulking enough to return to the basement, balancing a bowl of lukewarm stew, a glass of water, and a bottle of painkillers in hand.
The scene I’m greeted with stops me in my tracks.
Aurelia is in the same place I left her, but she’s flanked by Khalil and Seth, who both have their cocks out. Right now, she’s being choked by Seth’s cock while Khalil has a punishing grip on her nape, holding her—keeping her—there. His other hand is busy stroking his dick, which is already glistening from Aurelia’s saliva.
No tears though.
Huh…
If there was any part of me that rebelled at the idea of being the villain in her story vanishes when my dick goes brick-hard at the sight.
Up here, the only rules that matter are the ones we make.
Seth finally lets Aurelia come up for air, and I’m expecting more tears and pleas for mercy, but there are none. The subdued look in her eyes isn’t like before. Aurelia looks resigned to be used when she’s done with her coughing fit, turns, and swallows Khalil’s dick in the next breath.
It hadn’t taken her nearly as long as I thought to accept the inevitable. We’re the key to her survival, and she knows it now.
While her mouth pleasures Khalil, she reaches back with one hand and wraps it around Seth, twisting and pumping his dick until he groans and fucks her fist.
Clearly, the two of them had no qualms teaching her what they like.
I walk deeper into the den and set the items on the metal footlocker we use as a coffee table before collapsing onto the couch to watch.
Unlike when she blew me, Aurelia’s eyes are squeezed tightly closed, so she can’t see the terrifying possession with which Khalil is watching her—like she’s his already. He’s got her pinned down, not just with his dick but with his fucking suffocating intensity.
He doesn’t even moan or make a sound because he’s so into watching her, but I know he’s close.
It’s in the tenseness of his jaw and furrow in his brow. He’s wound tight, and just like any bomb, it’ll be nothing less than devastating when he erupts.
Khalil doesn’t stop watching her even when she releases him to take Seth. He watches her as if she’ll disappear if he takes his eyes off her for even a second. Something tells me she can feel it, though, and looking away is her way of running from it.