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)
His time out here in the wilds, away from people who can hurt him, has been good for him.
The more he heals, the less he needs me.
The more I…fade.
Thorin’s gagging interrupts my depressing thoughts. “I can’t do it. This shit is worse than the slop they served us in DFAC.”
“There’s a fifty percent chance I’m going to wake up with food poisoning,” Khalil complains.
“I’ve got a hundred percent chance of dying if I eat another bite of this.” Thorin pushes his plate away.
Aurelia notices and abandons her sorry attempt at cleaning the kitchen to walk over. “Problem, fellas?”
“No problem,” Thorin lies easily. “Thanks for dinner. That was…something.”
Aurelia’s gaze falls to his plate, which is still full. “You didn’t finish.”
“I’m full.”
“No. You have to eat it all,” Aurelia says deceptively softly while pushing Thorin’s plate back in front of him. “You were so hungry, remember? It was imperative that I feed you against my will, and now I have.” Thorin glares at her while an unfazed Aurelia smiles sweetly down at him. “No dessert or getting up from the table until you clean your plate, boys.”
Khalil huffs then holds his nose and starts shoveling as much as he can fit in his mouth so he can get it over with.
It’s fucking hilarious.
“What about me? I’m finished.” My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I sit back in my chair and eye the inner curve of her tit peeking through the flannel. This girl is more broken than I thought, letting Thorin feel her up after handling her the way he did. “Can I have dessert?”
“Of course you can. You’re such a good boy.” She pats my head like I’m a dog, and even though I know she’s being condescending, it doesn’t work. I take the opportunity to show her why I’m better than those two boneheads. I roll out Zeke’s freakishly long tongue and let it hang while panting heavily like one.
Aurelia chokes on a shocked laugh, slapping a hand over her mouth when she realizes her slip. The sound is so carefree and genuine that Khalil and Thorin gape from their sides of the table like they have eggs on their faces.
Did I mention how much I adore Aurelia George?
She tries to get away, but I snake my arm out and pull her into my lap before she can get more than a step. “What?” I ask when her amusement fades, and she wears an uncomfortable look. “You said I could have dessert.”
“I meant like pie or ice cream.”
“Do we have ice cream?”
“No.”
“Did you make pie?”
Realizing I have her cornered, she grumbles, “No.”
“Mmm,” I hum as I smell her neck. “Then I guess I’ll have to eat yours.”
While Aurelia’s skin becomes cold and clammy at the thought of me touching her again, I wonder what she’ll taste like. Apple? Cherry? Lemon Meringue?
Our girl is sweet and tangy, so my money is on the latter.
I’ve been hard for her all day, but right now, there’s something else I want more. She’s tense as fuck in my lap, though, so I don’t think she’d go for me eating her pussy.
Damn.
I would have made it so good for her.
Probably.
I could take it, but I’d rather she give it to me. I know despite all their huffing and puffing, Khalil and Thorin feel the same. They’ll wait for Aurelia to come around for as long as they can stand before taking what they’re owed.
I figure she’s got a couple more days before one of them cracks.
“Actually, I’m pretty full,” I say, letting her off the hook. “Maybe next time.”
Aurelia’s still rigid as fuck, but her relief is palpable.
She doesn’t thank me, though, and I don’t expect her to. Since I’m not a good guy and I can’t have her thinking I am, I tighten my hand on her hip when she tries to rise.
“What do you say?” I prod.
“About what?”
“Skipping dessert.”
“You want me to thank you for not assaulting me?”
“Have you ever had your pussy eaten before?” Aurelia looks almost ashamed when she gives a small shake of her head. “Then trust me, Sunshine. The last thing you would have felt was put out.”
“I’m not thanking you,” is all she says.
“You’re so fucking sexy. I could fuck you right now,” I offer while thrusting my hips up so she can feel how hard I am for her. “Would you like that, Sunshine? Can I bend you over this table? I won’t be quick, but I’ll make you scream. Promise.”
“No, I—Please don’t.”
“Then what do you say, Aurelia?”
The dining room is taut with tension as the three of us collectively hold our breath, waiting to see if our prideful princess will bend.
“Th-thank you.” Her hands ball around the hem of the flannel, and she looks like she wants to stab me with the knife I have embedded in the wooden surface of the table. She’s eyeing it hard, so Khalil cautiously reaches out and removes the weapon before changing the subject.