Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
She was pale. Tired. She should be in bed asleep between them. Instead, she was having to deal with his issues.
And she said this was on her?
“Need to take care of you,” he told her. “Nothing can happen to you. Nothing.”
“And nothing will,” Remy said. “There isn’t one person fully at fault here. I noticed Isa wasn’t feeling well, yet I held back because this relationship is just beginning. I should know better. Start as you mean to go on. My personality wasn’t made to hold back. So from now on, Isa will share everything. And if either of us notice she’s holding back, she will be in a world of trouble.”
Loki let those words settle over him.
It wasn’t all on him.
She would tell them everything. And if she didn’t . . . yeah, he decided that perhaps he didn’t have a problem with spanking her ass.
“You’re gonna spank me?” Isa asked.
Oops. He’d said that out loud.
“Yes.”
Her mouth dropped open, but he noticed she wasn’t objecting. He’d never be the disciplinarian that Remy was. But she needed this. She had to know they were serious about her health and safety.
“All right, Ki-Ki,” she said.
“She should be in bed,” Loki said to Remy.
Remy turned his gaze to Isa. “Yes, she should be. Soon. First . . . we need to talk about you blaming yourself for your unit’s deaths.”
“I’d rather not.”
Remy moved in behind him, spreading Loki’s legs so he could kneel between them. Reaching around Loki, Remy placed his hand lightly on the front of Loki’s neck. “Tough. Isa, jack him until I tell you to stop. Remember to say red if this gets too much.”
This totally skirted the edge of consent. But he knew that he was safe with Remy. Was it strange to trust a man he hadn’t known long?
Perhaps, but if he didn’t trust him with himself how could he trust him with his girl? So Loki gritted his teeth as Isa wrapped her cool hand around his hard dick and jacked him.
Fuck. It felt so good. Even as Remy drew him back against him. He wasn’t sure about leaning against another man. But Isa was here. She was keeping him on the edge of that pleasure.
“I want you to go back to that day. Tell me what happened.”
Loki closed his eyes. Yells. Screams. Death.
Slap!
His thigh stung, bringing him out of there.
Pleasure flooded him as Isa moved her hand up and down his cock.
“Stop, Isa.”
She froze at Remy’s words. Loki let out a grunt of displeasure.
“Tell. Me. Tell me and she starts again.”
Fine, fucker.
He went through that entire day, in detail.
By the time he was finished, Isa was staring at him with tears streaming down her cheeks.
Fuck. He hated seeing her cry. He tugged at his restraints.
“Let me go.”
“Not yet.”
This. Asshole.
“You’re not in charge, remember? Just like you weren’t in charge that day.”
What was this guy? An amateur psychiatrist?
“Did you give the commands? Answer. Me.”
Slap!
Fuck. He hit his thigh again.
Jerk.
“No,” Loki gritted out.
“Isa,” Remy prompted.
She started pumping his dick again. Loki wasn’t sure he wanted her here.
“She needs to go to bed,” Loki said.
“I won’t rest knowing you’re out here hurting,” she said. “Please don’t make me go.”
“I’m watching her,” Remy said. “She’ll be back in bed soon. With both of us.”
Loki sucked in a breath, groaning as she squeezed the base of his shaft.
“Did you know that there would be an attack that day?” Remy asked. “Were you aware they were going to die?”
“Of course I fucking wasn’t! But I still survived and they didn’t.”
“Survivors’ guilt is rough,” Remy murmured. “I know. I felt a bit of that. But do you know what’s worse? Living, and then giving up your life. It’s a fucking waste. Do you think they’d want that?”
“I don’t need your fucking logic.”
Slap!
“I think you do. Isa, stop.”
Loki moaned. Christ, he’d been so close.
“Isa, are you all right to use your mouth?” Remy asked. “You didn’t feel dizzy before?”
“I’m all right.”
“Good girl. Mouth on his dick, but don’t move. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“She’s such a good girl, isn’t she, Loki?” Remy murmured.
“The best.”
“You think she’d love you if you didn’t deserve it?”
Fucking low blow. If he said she would, then he made it sound like she didn’t have good judgment.
But did he deserve it?
And fuck, her mouth felt so good around his dick. He pumped his hips slightly, searching for some friction.
Slap!
Motherfucker! The slaps didn’t really hurt. A light sting. It was more the fact that he was touching Loki like that.
And that you don’t hate it.
“Did you run away that day? Did you leave them?”
“Of course I fucking didn’t! I tried to save them! But they still died!” he roared.
“And that wasn’t your fault,” Remy said. “Say it.”
He heaved for breath. His dick was hard. His balls ached. Remy’s hand tightened around his neck.
Slap!
He wasn’t in charge. He couldn’t move. Couldn’t do anything.