Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 103413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 517(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 517(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
She realized that she wanted to be under the table with Nico, worshipping Liam. To be totally part of their relationship. To give herself fully.
“Okay, baby?” Liam asked.
She met his bright blue gaze and smiled ruefully. “Epiphany.”
“Yeah, good one?”
“Yes, I think so. I want it all, Liam. Everything.”
His eyes flared wide. “As in . . .”
“Your dominance. And Nico’s. To be loved by both of you. I want to be completely part of your relationship.”
“You are.”
She shook her head. “I’m still holding back.” She moved closer and stared down at Nico who peered up at her from between Liam’s legs. “I need to trust. To be vulnerable.”
“There’s no rush.”
“I know. But it’s what I want.” Liam wrapped an arm around her middle. “I trust you both not to hurt me physically. I mean, I wouldn’t consent to being your sub and discipline if I didn’t. But I need to trust you not to hurt me emotionally as well.”
“That’s something we all need to work on,” Liam replied.
“I know. Can I watch?”
“Baby girl, whatever I have to give, it’s yours. Forever.”
Forever.
19
“Old man,” Liam growled into the phone in irritation. “This better be good.”
He’d walked outside into the cool air. Tonight, they were at another underground boxing fight, and it was a fucking trying night. So many people came up to him, trying to ascertain whether he was planning on getting back into the ring. His patience was short. It didn’t help that he’d rather be back at the house with Nico and Lottie.
They’d looked so comfortable, curled up together on the sofa under a blanket. He wouldn’t be surprised if they got hot and heavy with each other. Nico had been given orders not to come until Liam allowed it, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t play.
And fuck it, Liam wanted to be there with them.
“Well, I’m startin’ to regret doin’ the Malones a good deed by warnin’ them.”
“Warning them of what? Have you heard who the rat is?”
“No, but I have heard that there’s an FBI raid about to be conducted on the Malone mansion,” his grandfather said slyly.
“What? Fuck! Nico and Lottie are there alone.”
“I suggest you get them out of there. Quick. And get Malone to clean house. This fucking rat isn’t going to go down easily.”
His grandfather hung up and he called Nico quickly as he rushed back to Regent.
“Come on, pick up,” he urged.
Nico ran his fingers up the inside of his girl’s thigh. She was wearing a pair of silky shortie pajamas and it left a lot of skin for him to play with. He was wearing a T-shirt and sweatpants.
Fuck, he was still hard as nails. He had been all day. It felt like he’d been hard since they arrived there. Liam wasn’t in a much better position. Oh, except he was getting some release several times a day.
Not that Nico was complaining about that. But he was starting to think that his dick might fall off soon if this kept on.
Sure, okay, Liam had jacked him off in the shower this morning, but that was freaking ages ago. He was a growing boy who needed lots of stimulation.
“Nico,” Lottie turned to him.
“Hmm?”
“Are you even watching the movie?”
“No.”
“Oh, okay. Are you just going to stare at me all night?”
“You’re so pretty,” he sighed.
She grinned at him. “You’re crazy.”
“You wanna be my wife?”
She stiffened. “You know that’s not possible.”
“But if it was, would you marry me? Marry us?”
“Well, I’d expect a proper proposal.”
He straightened, excitement filling him. “All right. I can do that.” He slid down on one knee. “Charlotte Rosa Malone, will you marry me?”
“Nico! Stop playing around.” She gave him an embarrassed look, but there was a hint of hurt in her face.
Oh, no, he couldn’t have that.
He threw the blanket off her and moved between her legs, taking her hands in his. “Pretty girl, I’m not joking. I want you to be mine. Ours. Our wife.”
“But . . .”
“And if you think the fact that a ménage marriage isn’t possible will stop that from happening, then you need to think again. Liam will make it happen.”
“You’d really want to marry me?”
His eyes narrowed. “And why wouldn’t I want to marry you?”
“Um, well, I . . .”
His phone rang. “Fuck. I have to answer that, it’s Liam’s ringtone. But afterward, you’re going to tell me why you think I wouldn’t want to marry you.”
“I don’t want to,” she wailed.
“Why? Because you were going to say something naughty that would get your butt spanked?”
“No! Who me?”
He snorted. “Can’t kid a kidder, pretty girl.”
Shoot.
She was an idiot.
And now she was an idiot, in trouble because she had no doubt that Nico would follow through on any sort of threat.
Drat. Drat. Drat.
“What?” Nico asked, growing tense. She studied him. He crooked his finger at her. She jumped up and raced to him.