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)
Aurelia’s barely conscious when he enters her, but he doesn’t seem to give a damn as he palms her tits while fucking her slowly. I leave to wash my hands and dick, and when I return, he’s still fucking her. Seth has disappeared as well, and I can hear the downstairs shower running.
I walk past Khalil and a now passed-out Aurelia to get started on dinner since she’ll be no good to do it herself once he’s through with her.
Khalil takes his sweet time, too, now that she’s not awake to fight him. Aurelia’s eyes are closed, and her head is tipped back, exposing her graceful neck while her legs rest in the crooks of his elbows.
When he grows closer to his nut, he picks up the pace.
The dining table rocks noisily from his thrusts, and she’s luckily not aware of his roughness to complain about it.
She will be in the morning, though.
Also, I’m pretty sure Aurelia just activated a new kink of Khalil’s because he’s staring at her lax face and body with an intensity that I’ve never seen.
“Aww, fuck fuck fuck,” he barks when he finally comes with three hard shoves. Aurelia’s brows are pinched now like she might be coming to, so Khalil pulls out of her and yanks up his basketball shorts. “Damn,” he suddenly mumbles as he stares between her legs. When his head turns toward the kitchen, our gazes meet. “Thor, you got to see this.”
“What?” Abandoning the carrots Aurelia took from the root cellar this morning, I walk over to the table, something like worry twisting in my chest.
Did we go too far? Did we hurt her?
When I reach the table, Khalil makes room for me so I can see between her legs.
And just like that, I’m hard again when I see our collective cum seeping out of her pussy—Seth’s, Khalil’s, and mine.
I can even tell the difference.
Reaching out, I scoop our cum with two fingers and push our seed back inside her.
“I swear, this girl is going to destroy me. Her pussy is too fucking good. She’s too fucking good. Fuck,” Khalil grumbles as we watch me shove more of our cum between her lips.
I grunt my agreement.
Aurelia’s hell-bent on being free of us, but she hasn’t even caught on that all she has to do is fuck us to death. She really has brought out the worst in us. Her darkness feeds our own, and each day, it grows large enough to swallow us all whole.
Until then…we’ll use her, make her ours, and keep her safe.
“Seth’s still in the shower. Is it cool if I use your bathroom to get her cleaned up?”
“Fine by me.”
Khalil lifts Aurelia like the precious cargo she is and carries her into my room while I return to the kitchen to finish butchering our goddamn dinner.
AURELIA
I feel like a new woman when I wake up in the middle of the night.
The feeling fades when I open my eyes and realize where I am—when I feel the heavy weight of a strong arm keeping me in place, and my pussy twinges at the same time with a reminder of what happened after Seth finished reading to me.
I’m in Khalil’s bed again, and he’s lying on his back next to me with his eyes closed. One muscled arm is bent under his head while his other hand rests on his abs. His braids are secured under a durag, the black satin material dark against the stark white pillow. He doesn’t have a shirt on, and I take one wild guess that he’s naked below the waist, too.
Finding Khalil sleeping in his own bed isn’t what surprises me.
Waking up in Khalil’s bed doesn’t shock me one bit, either.
The puff of air I feel blowing through my curls makes it even more obvious than the arm around me that Khalil and I aren’t alone in his bed. I dare to peer over my shoulder, and Seth’s face comes into view. It’s his arm holding me close. His dark lashes sweep his cheeks as he sleeps soundly, but remembering what happened the last time he didn’t, I gently push his hand off me.
Seth moans, and I flinch.
When he doesn’t wake up and strangle me again, I breathe a sigh of relief and quietly pull the covers aside. Since I’m in the middle, the sheets are pulled off Khalil’s waist where they’re draped, revealing that he’s wearing boxer shorts at least.
I wait a few seconds to see if the movement wakes him before sitting up.
Crawling to the foot of the bed without so much as jostling the mattress is tough, but I manage. I even get both feet on the cold floor and straighten.
But I don’t get more than a step toward the door before a deep, rumbling voice says, “I didn’t give you permission to leave my bed, Aurelia.”