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)
“How are you not a virgin, but you’ve never had your pussy eaten?” he blurts in delayed astonishment.
“You’d have to ask the whopping four men I’ve fucked.”
Khalil gapes and then just shakes his head like he’s disappointed in our girl for not choosing better partners.
“You’ve only had sex with four men, and two of them were for revenge?” Thorin remarks.
“I’ve been busy,” she says simply.
“Head should be fucking mandatory,” Khalil grumbles while staring thoughtfully at the wall. He’s really upset about this.
Aurelia perks a brow. She thinks we don’t see the interest she’s trying so hard to hide in her eyes. “Are you decreeing so as the giver or receiver?”
His heated gaze snaps back to her as he says, “Be a good girl for us, and you’ll find out.” The three of us wait for Aurelia to deny that she’s not picturing Khalil’s head between her thighs even now. Surprisingly, she doesn’t. Her gaze is a little unfocused as she stares at his mouth, and Khalil shifts in his seat while I grow a little harder under Aurelia’s plump ass. “You didn’t eat,” he points out. “Why?”
“I’m not hungry.”
“That’s not what you said when you demanded we feed you,” Thorin reminds her. He can never let anything go. Asshole still hasn’t forgiven me for trying to burn him alive that one time.
My gaze narrows as it shifts between Zeke’s friends.
Or was that Khalil I tried to torch?
“I’ve lost my appetite,” Aurelia answers, snapping me out of my thoughts and my favorite subject—murder.
Khalil’s gaze flicks to me when I start grinning like a maniac, but he doesn’t remark on it. He probably already knows she’s the reason.
Aurelia.
No matter how many times we try to break Sunshine, she dares us to push harder.
“Come here.”
I roll my eyes because Thorin giving a shit whether she eats is obviously a ruse to get her out of my lap and into his. Along with holding a grudge, Thorin also has a problem with sharing. We all do, which is how I know this will never work.
I, for one, can’t wait for it to blow up in our faces.
Jealously, I hope Thorin gets maimed the most when Aurelia stands and slowly rounds the table. Thorin doesn’t speak or touch her, yet Aurelia lowers herself onto his leg without being told to.
Thorin pulls his half-eaten plate closer to himself before using his fork to pierce the tough-as-Teflon deer meat that Aurelia butchered worse than Thorin did when he killed it.
He brings the fork to her lips, but she stubbornly turns her head away.
Khalil reaches across the short distance from his spot at the head of the table and grips her jaw. He squeezes until Aurelia whimpers and turns her head back toward Thorin. The two share a look that ends with Aurelia opening her mouth the tiniest bit.
Thorin feeds her the venison.
Aurelia makes a face at the awful taste as she chews. The next portion is even larger. Having already made his point, Thorin takes one for the team and eats it.
Bite after bite, he feeds them both—with his portions considerably larger—until the plate is empty and Aurelia looks ready to hurl.
“The winters can be brutal, so we don’t waste food,” Thorin tells her as he hands her his water glass. Aurelia takes it from him and guzzles half of it down to wash the taste of dinner from her mouth. “There are some cookbooks on the bookshelves. It helped us; it can help you.”
Aurelia pauses her slow slips to ask, “So, why didn’t one of you make dinner?”
“Because we have you to take care of us now.”
“Cabin rule number five,” I say casually, and she glares at me. “Have our dinner on the table every night, or we’ll have you instead.”
“Oh, so you’re cannibals too?” she says, purposely misunderstanding my meaning. “Wow, I’m so surprised.”
None of us bother to correct her. Our grins just grow sharper as if we might truly devour her.
“And it’s not just dinner,” Khalil amends. “There’s breakfast and lunch too. We’re gone most of the day, so you don’t need to go overboard for lunch. We won’t always make it back before the sun sets.”
Aurelia looks surprised at that. “You really trust me to stay here alone?”
Khalil shrugs. “Whether you live or die is entirely your choice, Goldilocks.”
“And make no mistake, if you try to leave this mountain on your own, you won’t survive,” Thorin adds. “We don’t care about you, Aurelia. Run, and we will let you die. Feel free to consider that cabin rule number six.”
“But take it as a warning above all because we’re not fucking around,” I say gravely. “It’s cleaner for us to let you perish from exposure or the impact of falling from a cliff because you can’t see more than five feet in front of you.”