Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 154691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 619(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 619(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
“Put him on his knees,” I tell Rellik.
He loosens the belt just a little, and Nicholas sucks in a breath, followed by coughing. Rellik doesn’t give him much time to recover. He kicks Nicholas off the bench and onto his knees. He steps up behind him, crossing the belt and pulling it tight, cutting off his air once again. I wonder how many times he can lose consciousness.
This was Scout’s idea—to fuck him up, knock him around, and make him bleed. Although I like to fight, I’m not like him. I don’t need blood to prove a point. Not when I have a toy. She is much more satisfying than busted knuckles and bloody hands.
“Come here.” I grab her arm and help her up from her shaky knees.
I drag her the short few steps over to where Nicholas kneels on the floor. Letting go of her arm, she drops her head. Her tangled hair shields her face. That’s unacceptable. I place my finger under her chin and gently push, forcing her to look up at me. Her tear-streaked face makes my already hard cock throb. I could use her more than she could ever take.
I run my thumb across her still wet lips, feeling anger toward the piece of shit on his knees. Henley thought I meant her sucking my dick when I said Nicholas needed a visual, but she was wrong. That was just a small part of it.
I begin to circle her, grazing the tips of my fingers along her still restrained arms, feeling the goose bumps rise. Once behind her, I reach around and run my hand up her flat stomach and bare chest. I watch the way his heated gaze follows my hand, smearing my cum that had dribbled down her chin moments ago.
Leaning forward, I whisper in her ear, for only her to hear. “Kiss him.”
She stiffens against me. “What, no …”
“Shh,” I say into her ear before gently nibbling on it, forcing a moan from her mouth while my hand on her chest begins to massage her breast. She leans her head back against me, and her breathing picks up once again. I couldn’t have asked for a better toy.
Stopping, I raise my voice for all to hear. “I’m allowing you to give him what he wants. A little play session with my doll.”
“You sick motherfucker!” he shouts, narrowing his eyes up at me, knowing whatever I have planned is a trap.
“What?” I arch a brow. “Isn’t that what you wanted? Her lips on you?”
“Scout,” I say, letting him help me out a little bit.
He grips Nicholas by his hair and yanks his head back even more.
I stay standing behind her. Placing my hands on her shoulders, I whisper, “Kiss him, little doll.”
He begins to fight the restraints, but between Scout and Rellik, it’s useless.
Without a word, she bends at the waist to lower her face level with his since he’s kneeling. My eyes drop to her pussy and cum-covered ass since it’s right in front of me, and I lick my lips, refraining from dropping to my knees and letting my mouth use her. I meant it when I told her soon.
She presses her lips to his and kisses him.
His fight is over almost immediately as his body leans into hers. He lets out a groan and opens up for her, and I sigh in disappointment. He’d take our sloppy seconds any way he could as long as he got a piece of her.
Reaching out, I grab a handful of her hair and yank her from him, slamming her back to my front. Nicholas hangs his head in shame, and I look at Rellik. He’s smiling like an idiot. Dax still leans against the closed door glaring.
“How did I taste?” I ask, and Dax chuckles.
He sucks in a deep breath and bares his teeth up at me. “Fuck you!”
That must be the only thing he can say.
“Let me make myself very clear.” I move around her to stand in front of him. I crouch, resting my forearms on my jean-clad thighs. “The only way you will ever get a taste of her is if I allow you to suck her cum off my cock after I fuck her.”
He looks up at me with one eye swelling and busted lip. I smile and stand. “He’s all yours,” I tell Scout. He can take care of the beating. I got what I wanted—to play with our toy.
“Let’s get you dressed, doll,” I say, and her body physically sags in relief and exhaustion, I’m sure. I walk her over to the black leather couch and remove my belt from her arms. Then slowly, I help her get dressed while I hear Scout and Rellik beat the shit out of Nicholas.
Once dressed, I look up to see Nicholas is passed out on the floor. “Will you take her back?” I ask Rellik.