Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 97195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
But if there was one thing I knew about Caiden, it was that he fought back for something he gave a fuck about. And he wasn’t going to allow her to shut him out.
He’d seen her at her absolute worst. He had held her, taken care of her, and he showed her that not every controlling asshole wanted to destroy her.
She needed him. I wasn’t capable of being snappy with her like he was. He kept her on her toes.
He and I? We would balance each other out, and between the two of us, Ally would have everything she had ever wanted and needed.
Ally
My eyes flew open, instantly landing on Christian. He brushed his lips to my jaw, and I relaxed, a soft sigh leaving my lips. Moaning, I opened my legs wider. He growled softly, his hand slipping into my panties.
A whimper spilled from my lips as he slowly slipped his middle finger inside of me, the heel of his hand rubbing against my clit. “So fucking beautiful,” Christian rumbled as his lips moved down my neck. “So perfect.”
“Christian,” I gasped, drawing closer to that sweet ledge.
“Now, baby,” he growled.
His lips covered mine, swallowing my sounds as I came hard, my chest heaving, my heart pounding hard against my breastbone.
I pulled him on top of me, angling my head to deepen our kiss. “Make me yours again,” I begged him.
“You’ve always been mine, baby,” he promised. He slipped my shirt over my head and tugged my panties down my legs. His lips moved over my body. “And you’re going to be ours—mine and Caiden’s.” His lips closed over my nipple.
I pulled his shirt over his head, my hands running over his muscular body. His lips met mine again as he yanked his sweatpants down his legs. Then, he grabbed my left leg behind my knee and slid deep inside of me.
“Mine,” he growled, sounding absolutely feral.
My body trembled beneath his, both of our bodies quickly getting covered in a light sheen of sweat as he took me up to cloud nine over and over again. I was shaking, crying, trembling, but the ecstasy felt so fucking good.
Suddenly, Caiden’s lips were on mine, and Christian leaned up, thrusting into me harder and faster. “Ours,” Christian told me once Caiden began to kiss and nip at my skin. I sobbed, my hands tangling in Caiden’s hair, my eyes locked on Christian. “You belong to both of us now, my moon.”
Caiden took my lips in another rough kiss. “Come,” he roughly commanded.
Black spots danced in my vision as I came hard around Christian, my name falling from his lips as he came with me.
Meghan dropped onto the couch next to me with a bowl of popcorn. She smiled at me as she set the bowl between us, as was our tradition when we just wanted to talk.
“So, tell me what’s going on with Caiden.”
I blushed. Straight to the point, as always. “There’s nothing going on,” I said quietly.
She shot me a deadpan look. “I’m not stupid, Ally. The secretive touches, the sweet little smiles he sends you? That man has it bad for you.”
“I, um, he, uh.” I swallowed thickly. I knew she wouldn’t judge me. It was just so hard to say it out loud. “Caiden has kind of… joined in?” I said, though it came out as more of a question. My cheeks were on fire. “I just—he makes me feel safe, and I trust him.” I closed my eyes, drawing in a deep breath as I tugged at the sleeves of my long-sleeved shirt, hiding my scratches, bruises, and the bite mark on my wrist. “He saw me that day, found me on the floor of his room, and he hasn’t looked at me like I’m broken, like I’m disgusting.”
“Oh, honey,” Meghan whispered. She drew me into her arms, and I snuggled close. “You’re not broken, and you’re not disgusting. You went through something traumatic. A disgusting human being took advantage of you, took you against your will.” She cupped my face in her hands and brushed a tear off of my cheek as it fell from my eye. “You are a beautiful, young woman, and you’re going to overcome this,” she assured me.
I shook my head. “I don’t feel like it,” I admitted, my voice no more than a whisper. “Meghan, it’s so dark. I haven’t told them. I’m trying my best to be strong for them, but every time I close my eyes, it’s dark, and Randall is the only fucking thing I can see.”
She hugged me tighter to her when I started crying. “I know,” she crooned. “But I’m telling you from experience that it will get better. It’ll get easier to look at yourself in the mirror, and it’ll get easier to allow Christian and Caiden to give you all of the love and support that you deserve.”