Heart of Frost and Scars (Frozen Fate #3) Read Online Pam Godwin

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark, Suspense, Taboo Tags Authors: Series: Frozen Fate Series by Pam Godwin
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Total pages in book: 192
Estimated words: 189782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 949(@200wpm)___ 759(@250wpm)___ 633(@300wpm)
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Leo returns and breezes past the bed to check the balcony and the steep, mossy slope far below it.

“No one’s getting in,” I murmur against Kody’s lips.

Seemingly satisfied, Leo joins us, climbing in behind me to nuzzle my neck.

Either my eyes have adjusted to the dark or the moon is now brighter because the bed is alight, pale and shimmery, making us glow like magical creatures as we rock and writhe to the beat of our hearts.

Maybe the light I see is just our own, an illumination of our own making.

I give myself over to it, to the perfect iridescence of watching them love me.

10

Monty



Every muscle in my body clenches as I watch them kiss her. Touch her. Fuck her over and over.

I drag a hand through my hair, fisting and ripping at the roots. Desperate to scrub the images from my mind, I try to turn away.

But I can’t.

I can’t fucking stop.

Darkness surrounds me, churning inside me, broken only by the moonlight filtering through the grimy, arch-top window.

I’ve never ventured into the unfinished attic space in my estate. Never had a reason. Until now.

Old furniture and forgotten belongings scatter around me, draped in sheets like ghosts in the gloom, with shadows looming in every corner.

I’m one of those shadows.

Hovering in the window with the cobwebs, I can’t look away from the open French doors of the guest house. Through them, I watch my wife. My young, vivacious, beautiful wife, spreading her legs for another man.

Two other men.

The night vision goggles make everything green and eerie, but all I see is red. I seethe. I claw at my head, grinding it against the window frame and gouging my scalp on the jagged edges.

Still, I can’t look away.

My phone is in hand, the thermostat app open. I adjust it again, making their room unbearably hot, forcing them to leave the doors open.

It’s ruthless and wrong, and I know it. But I thought it would make them go to sleep, so I wouldn’t have to watch. So I wouldn’t have to torture myself with the sight of her taking one dick after another.

Reading about it in her journal was a special kind of hell. But the night vision goggles add details she didn’t include, letting me see every graphic position, every moment of eye contact, every gutting thrust.

I see her erotic expressions as she takes them into her body, the way she blooms for them, glistening in the heat, unaware of my gaze.

Right now, Kody’s licking her face like an animal, uncouth and degrading. She climbs over him, straddling him. He wants her. I don’t have to look at the monstrosity between his legs to know how badly he fucking wants her.

I dig my fingernails into the windowsill, unable to breathe as he flips her onto her back and shoves her legs open.

It’s quick. Frantic. There isn’t a thought between them. He fucks her into the mattress while Leo watches. Not ten minutes after Leo finished in her ass.

The dirty, unfinished walls close in on me, the sense of isolation overwhelming. Suffocating. I hate myself for doing this, for needing to see her even if it’s from a distance, even if it’s like this.

My surroundings reflect my state of mind—dark, cold, filled with malicious shadows—trying to suck me in.

Kody puts his mouth at her ear and says something that makes her laugh.

The silence presses in on me.

When he finally rolls off her, she pushes herself up, wiping sweat from her forehead. Leo brushes the hair from her face and kisses her shoulder.

My heart aches with longing. I want to be with her, to hold her, to be the warmth beside her while she sleeps. But she doesn’t want me there.

She doesn’t want me.

I press my palm against the cool glass, trying to suppress the rage that threatens to turn me into my brother.

But I’m not him.

This devil doesn’t bargain.

I take.

I’m a monster on the cusp of insanity. A stalker in the night. Her silent ache, haunting her from the darkness.

But beneath the horror of my actions, there’s a man who’s just lonely, broken, and desperately in love. A man who wishes more than anything that things were different, that she still wanted him the way he wants her.

Fuck.

What am I doing?

I rip off the goggles and pace through the attic, stirring up dust. The floorboards creak underfoot, the sound amplified in the stillness.

Cobwebs drape the rafters, and an old, musty smell dangles in the air, mingling with the sharp, metallic tang of cold. The temperature hovers just above freezing, unlike the sweltering heat in the guest house.

Why am I here?

What am I doing?

A chill seeps into my chest, but my heart is already cold. Split-open. Scarred beyond recognition.

What am I fucking doing?

She’s humiliating me. Controlling me. Fucking two men—two Strakh men—while I watch from the shadows. She’s a goddamn cockhold.


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