Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Zeke wraps his arms around me, turning me and holding me to his chest. His nose glides along my neck as he inhales audibly like an animal scenting me. “I said you got better, Princess. I never said you got better than me.”
This is check, but it’s not mate.
My feet lift off the ground, and I push back hard against Zeke’s chest, giving him my full weight. He releases me as he stumbles, and I run.
“Gotta be better than that, Zeke. Your girl has been training with the best of the best in Jujitsu. I’m gonna revive the Hashashin.”
Zeke laughs, and twigs snap behind me as he pursues.
I kick one of the trees, showing off the acrobatic wonder of the Asian martial arts I’ve learned over the years. My body swoops and dances with nature and the surrounding elements, demonstrating to Zeke and anyone else watching that I’ll only be caught because I want to. My gaze darts around me, gauging where my boys might be. I’m startled when I glimpse the dark Italian wool of a gray three-piece suit and immediately stop in my tracks.
Lev.
He leans against a large elm tree, arms crossed over his broad chest. Wisps of black hair fall over his pretty gray eyes as he watches me. A regular old peeping tom.
Before I can say anything, I’m tackled onto the ground, and Zeke’s deep voice rumbles, “Gotcha,” in my ear.
I twist in the dirt below me, remembering the game as his beautiful face hovers above mine.
Zeke sniffs me again. “Fuck, you smell so good. Do you have any idea what it’s like to get hard from someone’s scent?”
It’s immensely erotic when a man finds your scent so desirable he could lose his ever-loving mind. It’s always been like that with Zeke. Even when we were kids, he made me feel like I was the center of his universe. This man, without even knowing me, came to my rescue. Zeke showed me it was possible to trust a man who wasn’t my departed father or brother. Lying on the earth and gazing into his warm blue eye, I’m confident this man will never forsake me, no matter what I do. But I know I’m not ready to give him everything he deserves.
“How good?” I tease, wiggling beneath him as his hard, thick cock strains against me.
Zeke nips at my neck, sucking the delicate flesh and unleashing a lust to be marked by him. To wear his need and desire on my skin like armor, like a brand.
“Good enough to eat, baby,” Zeke murmurs. “You always smell good enough to eat.”
He works his way across my neck, kissing my face. Zeke always leads to aggression via tenderness. Guilt still lives within him, even after all these years. He worries that I'll resent him if he doesn’t show me he loves me first. But I won’t. I harbor only love and admiration for him.
I grab his face, forcing his eyes to mine. “I know you love me.” I say the words with force and confidence. I don’t want him to have any doubt that I need it hard, dirty, raw, and fast. “I’m safe here. You’re safe here. We are safe here.”
He nods before his lips brush the hollow of my neck, and he skinks his teeth into my flesh with a vicious desire. My screams amplify as his hand moves to my breasts, kneading them with violence and inflicting pain.
Zeke grabs my hair, yanking my head back to give himself better access. The sting on my scalp is an aphrodisiac, bringing me to new heights.
I’m so absorbed in our passion that I’m startled when a booted foot lands beside my head. Gazing up, I see Cyrus standing above me with a boyish grin. That smile would seem sinister to some people because of the severe burn marks on his face. But he’s beautiful to me. My handsome jester with the broken heart. He’s never outrun the little boy who did nothing wrong but was punished regardless.
The toe of Cyrus’s booted foot scrapes along my cheek before he places it on my neck, restricting my ability to breathe. “You know what to do if it becomes too much. Blink twice if you understand.”
I blink twice, informing him it’s okay. That I am okay.
Cyrus nods. “Good fucking girl. Remember, Hellcat, we may fuck you like you’re nothing but our dirty little whore, but you’re the queen of our universe.”
His words shower me like warm summer rain. I bask in the knowledge that these men call me whatever they want during sex because, time and time again, they’ve shown me the lengths they’ll go to for me.
I sense the dirt he tracks across my cheek with the sole of his boot. An act meant to degrade me, but all it does is empower me. These three men could have anyone they wanted. Even with their scars and damage, they’re perfect. To know I’m the only woman they’ve ever claimed fills me with pride and amplifies my desperate need for them. Realizing you’ve bewitched a man to where no one else will ever compare is a powerful drug.