Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 120472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 602(@200wpm)___ 482(@250wpm)___ 402(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 602(@200wpm)___ 482(@250wpm)___ 402(@300wpm)
I push my arms through the opening of the silk gown and let the soft material brush against my skin. I’ll never get used to this. In the space of only a few weeks, I’ve gone from haunted prisoner to queen of the castle, and I freaking love it. But what the boys did to me on top of that high-rise building with the breeze on my naked body is my favorite part of this whole experience. It was so damn good that I haven’t been able to get it off my mind since, and as I loosely tie my dressing gown and allow the beautiful silk to fall off my perfectly lotioned shoulder, I know exactly what our night will be filled with.
My tongue rolls over my bottom lip, and after taking a lingering look in my bedroom mirror and pinching my cheek for a natural glow, I realize this is as good as it’s going to get.
My hand skims along the polished banister as I make my way down the stairs. Levi’s drums rumble through the castle and I follow their hypnotic sound, remembering exactly what he could do to a woman on those drums.
Walking through the lower level of the castle, I find the boys hiding out in the massive room they’d used for the party they’d hosted, the very night I’d ended up on Draven Miller’s radar. Levi sits across the room at his drum set, his eyes already on mine as he plays, instantly making my body heat.
Roman sits on the same couch he’d been on with Ariana before she decided to take advantage of the scared kidnapped girl while Marcus hovers at the bar, fixing himself a drink as he takes a long drag from a joint.
I feel Marcus’ hot stare on me as I stride through the room, but I know how easy it would be to get him on his knees. Levi would take me anyway I want him, but the challenge here is Roman.
We haven’t spoken about what happened up on that roof. It’s been avoided harder than I’ve tried to avoid my father. But if I can just get close enough to him to have him touch me like I know he wants to, then I know his brothers won’t be far behind and I’ll get exactly what I want.
I lock my hungry gaze onto Roman and as I stride toward him, he lifts his chin, sensing me coming. He looks my way and as his stare connects with mine, that usual fire burns brightly between us. He doesn’t miss the hunger in my eyes, and as my hands fall to the silk tie at my waist and slowly pull it loose, I see that same hunger reflected in his.
Roman’s eyes become hooded and I don’t miss the way that Levi skips a beat on his drum, too consumed as he watches me. I see Marcus out of the corner of my eye as he steps from behind the bar. He’s slowly trailing behind me, almost as though he’s stalking me like one of his many victims, and for the second time tonight, I feel like a damn goddess. Only a goddess would be able to capture and hold the attention of these three men.
Roman places his glass on the small coffee table and relaxes back into the couch. I step in front of him, letting my silk gown pull open an inch, showing off the sliver of skin down the center of my body.
His hungry eyes sail over me, taking me in like his next meal as I silently step in even closer. I see the question on his lips, wanting to ask me what the fuck I think I’m doing being so bold with him, but after his kiss in the foyer and his boldness with me on that rooftop, the ball is in my court to do whatever the fuck I want.
Levi keeps on his drums and the intense beat syncs with my racing heart, sending blood rushing through my system and spreading adrenaline throughout, making me braver than I ought to be. Shrugging my shoulders, I allow the silk dressing gown to sail down my skin and pool at my feet before moving forward and pressing my knee into the soft cushion beside Roman’s strong thigh.
He doesn’t make a move to touch me and I pause for a moment, my confidence already taking a hit but the adrenaline is too strong, pushing me on. My hand falls to his shoulder, and as I adjust my weight, I bring my other knee up and straddle his lap. My hand slowly moves up from his shoulder and around the back of his neck.
My nails trail up into his hair until I can grab a fistful of his dark locks, tearing his head back and forcing his eyes to mine. I hold his stare and he watches me right back, each of us captivated, breathing heavily as the need slams through our bodies. Then without warning, I crush my lips to his.