Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 176345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 882(@200wpm)___ 705(@250wpm)___ 588(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 882(@200wpm)___ 705(@250wpm)___ 588(@300wpm)
“You can feel it, can’t you? The need to explode all over my goddamn cock,” Nathan groans, slamming into me with full force.
“Fuck, give it to me,” I mutter, delirious from the lust and pain entwining inside me.
“Beg,” he says. “Beg and I’ll let you.”
“Please, Nathan!” The word slips out without effort even though I once thought I would never say it.
But goddamn, these men have gotten me to my knees, willing, wanting so much fucking more that I’m prepared to beg for it.
Nathan shoves two stones into my hand. “Now fucking come.”
And as I push them against Milo’s nipples, I moan out loud from the sheer heaviness of the orgasm rolling over my body. Milo whimpers, and I can feel him explode inside me right when Nathan buries himself to the hilt, filling me up to the brim too.
“Fuck!” Nathan groans, pulling out of me swiftly, his dick still pumping.
When I realize the stones are still on Milo, I wipe them away as the burn marks appear on his nipples.
“Shit, I’m sor—”
Milo grips my face and kisses me so hard all the words I meant to say turn to drivel in my head. God, I never thought I could want three men as badly as I do right now, but apparently, even an icy cold queen’s heart can melt after finding the right amount of heat.
When his lips unlatch, he murmurs, “Don’t ever apologize for giving me your all.”
My cheeks flush, and sweat drops roll down my forehead and onto his.
God, it’s so fucking hot in here, and not just from the sauna.
Nathan grips my throat and pulls me to him, turning my head enough so our lips can touch. And my God, his kisses are nothing short of pure magic.
I never once believed I could fall for a trap so perfectly laid out for me, but I was wrong. So fucking wrong. All the lines are blurred. His kisses are like a much-needed calm after the high of the storm, and my lips return his eager kisses with as much enthusiasm.
His lips unlatch, only to plant kisses all over my neck. “Now you know what it feels like to hurt, that rush of endorphins coursing through your veins when you give in to what you need the most.”
“And what’s that?” I mutter.
“Us.” He zips up again, leaving me feeling bereft.
I get off Milo, who just lies there, completely wasted.
“Wait … are you saying it hurts you to want me?” I push my breasts and panties back into place, my dress still clinging to my body despite the heat steaming at least some of the water off. “Why?”
Nathan raises his hand again, showing me the missing finger, and finding the words is hard.
For some reason, a part of me almost feels … guilty.
Even though I wasn’t the one to cut it off, it still feels like I could’ve done something, stopped my brother from fighting with him, or at the very least show mercy.
Mercy Nathan never showed me.
My hand forms a fist. “I know what my brother is, how violent he can be when he perceives a threat. He protects what he loves.”
“Just like I do,” he says.
“Yet you couldn’t get it across your goddamn heart to protect me,” I grit.
His lips part as shock contorts his face, almost as if he didn’t consider the possibility to think of me as anything other than a plaything. But then why does he keep looking at me like he wants more? Like he could almost give himself to me fully?
“Guys, can we not fight right after sex?” Milo grouses, leaning up on his elbows.
We both ignore him.
“Protect you from what?” Nathan tilts his head. “Is someone threatening you?”
I narrow my eyes. “You.”
He gulps, visibly shaken by what I just said. “You know why I did that.”
“Yet you continue to hold my pictures hostage to control me,” I say.
He reaches for my face and softly caresses my cheek, eyes settling on my lips as though he wants nothing more than to kiss them. “I haven’t shown them to anyone. And I don’t intend to.”
He doesn’t intend to?
My pupils dilate. “So it was all an empty threat?” I shove him away. “You bastard!”
He snorts and shakes his head. “I told you … I would do anything for Ro’s safety.”
“Anything … including lying to me,” I say, feeling like he just stabbed that knife of his straight into my heart.
Why? Why do I even care?
“Guys, please …” Milo mutters. “Can’t we just be together? Without all the fighting?”
Grumbling to myself, I turn around. “This was a mistake.”
“A mistake?” Milo parrots, jumping off the bench to follow me. “No, no wait, please, Lana.”
“Let her go,” Nathan barks as I open the door. “She clearly doesn’t want to be ours.”
“You know, I almost, almost thought I could let you all …”