Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 15030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
“How are you going to address the invites?” Laura asks.
Stella looks her mother directly in the eyes. She doesn’t flinch, and her voice is steady and clear. “We’re only inviting twenty-five people. Tops. We only want people there we care about and care about us.”
Laura places her hand on Stella’s. She takes a moment while she stares at her daughter. Worry flashes over her face as she squints her eyes, searching Stella’s face for something. “Is that what you want, Stella? You always wanted a big, elaborate wedding.”
Anger creeps up my veins like venom, ready to control my entire being. I don’t like when people question Stella or us. It’s insulting how most assume that we control her thoughts, feelings, and desires. We don’t. What Stella wants is of her free will. Contrary to what most believe, we aren’t holding her captive against her will.
I shovel food in my mouth to avoid saying anything I might regret later. Out of the three of us, I’m not the one known for controlling my temper.
Sensing my unease, Ronan interjects. “What someone wants when they’re six years old changes in their twenties. The things we plan as children are rarely things we attain in adulthood.”
That seems to appease Laura. She nods and continues eating her salmon.
Anthony stares at her. As long as his wife is satisfied, so is he. “Well, we won’t stand in your way if this is what you all want.”
“No offense, Dad, but you’d have to put us underground to stop us. We aren’t here asking for permission. We’re here asking our parents to come as guests.”
“As long as it doesn’t affect business, I couldn't care less who you’re fucking.”
“Anthony,” Laura says. Her voice is barely a whisper, but her embarrassment is evident. She drops her head down and busies herself eating her food as if hoping the ground will open up and swallow her whole.
I chuckle. Laura is married to a monster and still has a hard time accepting who he is. Not my Stella, though. She knows exactly who we are and loves us regardless. That’s how I know we’ll last. Total acceptance. She doesn’t always agree with us but stands by us, no matter what. I wonder if Laura would be by Anthony’s side if she saw blood on his hands.
“We want to get married in the forest behind the house,” Axel says. “The place holds meaning for us. You two don’t have to do anything. I’ll take care of everything. We just need the space.”
Anthony wipes his mouth with the white cloth napkin at the table.” I don’t see any problem with that.”
Axel slaps the table and smiles at his father. “Great. So we’ll see you Saturday.”
Something flickers between Laura and Stella. Whatever it is, it must be something Laura approves of because she nods her head and smiles.
“Dear, I think we can get on our way and leave the kids to themselves,” Anthony says, getting up from the table and offering Laura his hand.
It doesn’t matter that her food is still sitting on her plate. The man wants to go, and what she wants doesn’t seem to be a consideration. Laura smiles, takes his hand, and walks with him without a word.
I take a sip of my drink and turn to Axel. “I may be a sadist, but that man is an asshole.”
Stella smirks. “That’s your future father-in-law you’re talking about.”
“I know I’m involved with his son, but I don’t like how he talks down to your mother. That shit doesn’t bother you?”
She shrugs. “She seems happy, and as long as she’s happy, it’s not my place to question anything. I mean, it’s not like people don’t judge us. We aren’t exactly a nuclear family.”
“Yes, but I at least let you finish your fuckin’ food.”
Stella smiles, her eyes flickering with humor. “Kian, you belted me while I ate like a dog at your feet.”
“You liked it. As I recall, you were dripping wet and begged me to fuck you up the ass while Ronan ate you out.”
Red creeps up her skin, and she casts her eyes down. I grip her jaw, forcing her to look at me. “I think we’ll pack up the rest of your meal and have a repeat of that night.”
Chapter
Nine
STELLA
Kian opens my car door for me, like usual. Since being with these three, I’ve never had to carry a bag or open a door. Kian, Ronan, and Axel may treat me like a whore between the sheets, but in the streets, I’m nothing but a lady.
Unless they are railing you in the bathroom or forcing you to drink cum in front of your mother.
Regardless of their sexual needs, they treat me like a princess. And it’s not like I don’t love their depravity. I live for it. I was going through the motions until I met them. I was living in monochrome, and they were technicolor. They ignited something in me that has me on top of the world, looking down at the peasants below.