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)
“He’s not,” Levi says. “He’s mad at himself for thinking that he was going to get you all to himself.”
“What?” I question, my brows dipping low again. “That doesn’t make sense. He knew I was interested in all of you from the beginning.”
“You saw how possessive he was when I started showing an interest in you, and now he has that with Roman. He’ll never admit it, but after what happened with his shooting and when Roman and I … you know, I think he had hoped that you’d pull away from us and he’d have you all to himself.”
“And what about you?” I question, keeping my voice low so he doesn’t hear how it shakes with nerves. “How do you feel about me wanting to be with all of you?”
His lips press into a hard line as he glances far away across the room, wanting to dig deep inside of himself and give me an honest answer. “I’m cool with it,” he tells me. “All three of us are naturally possessive guys. We don’t like to share, but for some reason, it works. I don’t want to fuck with a good thing. So as long as you’re down with this fucked-up little thing we’ve got going on, then I’m down too. I’m not about to ask you to choose.”
“Will Marcus?”
Levi shakes his head. “No, I don’t believe he will,” he tells me before adjusting himself beneath me and pulling me up. “Come on, let me get you something to eat and you can spend the night with me.”
“Okay,” I say, letting him pull me along as I try to slip my arms back into the dressing gown. I let out a shaky breath and wipe my eyes, and the moment I step out of the weird little party room, I promise myself that I will never shed another tear for Roman DeAngelis, and I sure as fuck won’t be sharing my body with him unless he’s groveling on his knees, begging for forgiveness. But like he once said, if he’s begging for forgiveness, then his knees better bleed.
22
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I demand as Marcus hands me the skimpiest outfit I’ve ever seen along with a thick, metal collar to sit around my neck.
“They’re not my rules, babe. I just enforce them,” he says, the annoyance still in his eyes from last night’s bullshit. “We need to go to this party, and if you want to come, then you need to be seen as property.”
“What?” I mutter, scrunching my face in distaste while throwing the skanky lingerie and thigh-high boots onto my bed. “That’s ridiculous. What kind of fucked-up party is this? I’m not wearing that.”
“Then you’re not coming,” he shoots back at me, clenching his jaw before walking straight out, leaving me with Roman and Levi both staring like they want to be anywhere but here.
Roman sighs and inches forward, and while I don’t see an apology in his eyes, there’s definitely regret, but unfortunately for him, that won’t be enough to be rewarded with my obedience. “Look, Marcus is right. If you want to walk into this party without being kidnapped or fucking raped, then you need to wear that. The kind of people—”
I step into him, raising my chin and letting him see the fury in my eyes. “Get out.”
He pulls back, his brows furrowed. “What?”
“Get. Out,” I say, my words as clear as day. “Do I need to say it again? Perhaps a bit slower? I don’t need an asshole like you coming in here and telling me what I can and cannot wear, and I sure as fuck don’t need you telling me that my only options for the night are to either be kidnapped, raped, or objectified by men just as sick as you. So, get the fuck out.”
Roman’s eyes flash with the worst kind of rage and his hand strikes out, gripping my throat as he walks into me, pushing me up against the wall of my bedroom. “The fuck did you just say to me?” he spits, leaning in closer so he hovers right over me.
“Oops,” I tease, having been in this position too many times to know he’d never see it through. “Seems you forgot your manners again.”
His fingers bite into my skin and I just grin up at him, still perfectly able to breathe through my nose as my hand shoots out and grabs a fistful of dick. I squeeze hard and watch with delight as he falters, trying hard not to let his panic shine through. His other hand circles my wrist, squeezing it tight to the point of pain, but I don’t dare back down. He tossed me around like a fucking ragdoll last night, humiliated me, and abused my body like it didn’t matter, and though he stopped when I told him to, he won’t be getting away with it, not this time.