Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
In another world, I might’ve felt shame and stopped.
In this world, I merely gave myself over to the colour, the rust, the essence, and when his hand came up and wrapped around my throat, I gave in.
The orgasm that’d been haunting me ever since I saw that damn flyer this afternoon chose that moment to twist into something monstrous. Something I wouldn’t survive. Something that would shred me limb from limb and leave me dying on the floor.
Up and up.
Tighter and tighter.
“That’s it. Fuck, I feel you tensing. You’re so tight. So impossibly, deliciously tight.” Hunter pounded into me, black hair falling into his eyes, all while his hand tightened around my neck. I breathed only because he let me. I existed because he permitted it.
And I hovered on that final blistering edge, not able to fall off it because he hadn’t said I could.
“Please,” I whimpered. “Please.”
“Wait.” Hunter spun me around and shoved me onto the bed.
My back blazed.
My eyes flew wide as he stood over me, his feet connecting with the floor, all while my legs locked around his thrusting hips. Nick stood behind him, watching every pump of another man’s cock disappear inside me, driving me into madness. Throwing the flogger to the side, Nick unzipped his jeans, kicked them off, then grabbed his own cock, coming to the edge of the bed as Hunter spread my knees, holding them down and wide as he hurt me in an entirely different way.
Barbaric.
Cruel.
But wanted.
Oh, so wanted.
My eyes locked with Nick’s as Hunter fucked me harder than anyone had before and the pain in his gaze echoed the pain on my back. Pain of wanting. Pain of denying. Pain of lusting.
Just pain.
“Come, Ella,” Nick whispered torturedly. “Come so your bargain with him is complete, and he can get the fuck out of you.”
Folding over me, Hunter pressed his mouth to mine, distracting me. He licked me deep, his kiss not nearly as violent as his thrusts. And when he murmured, “Come.” Right into my soul, I erupted.
My head flew back.
My mouth parted wide.
And my entire body detonated.
Wave after wave.
Clench after clench.
I died and was reborn, killed and reincarnated, over and over.
So fierce. Too fierce.
On and on, I rode that sea of sensual sin before the painful bands slowly waked into delicious, addictive pulses.
Sated pleasure whispered how easy it would be to float away and crash into clouds full of satisfaction, but the pounding of Hunter’s cock kept me firmly tethered. The aftershocks of bliss quickly switched to sharper spasms of new need, and when Hunter buried his teeth into my neck and roared into my skin, I almost came a second time.
His back turned to stone. His cock rippled with his release. And the first splash of his pleasure coated me in spurt after spurt of sordid claiming.
“Goddammit, take it. Fuck,” Hunter groaned.
Nick swallowed a moan, dragging my eyes to his.
As Hunter emptied himself inside me, I fell into Nick’s haunted stare as he towered over us, stroking himself, his knuckles white, his gorgeously handsome face contorted. He looked at me as if I was his. As if I’d been stolen from him by another and he couldn’t survive.
My heart didn’t beat a normal rhythm anymore. It was erratic and thick. I was terrified and enthralled. Caught in the web of sexual energy—unsure how Nick would react but a slave to the consequences regardless.
Hunter jerked a final time, giving a low chuckle of male appreciation. Pressing a sweet kiss to the corner of my mouth, he murmured, “I’ve never been so undone by a woman before. You, my little witch, truly are magic.”
I gave him a wobbly smile, doing my best to remember how to speak, but Nick tripped over his threshold. Every restraint. Every rage. All his fury ignited in a snap of breaking. “Get the fuck out of her.” Grabbing Hunter by the waist, he jerked him away, disengaging us with a feral yank.
“Nicholas, don’t.” Sitting upright, I scissored my legs together. My back blazed from the flogger, and the slickness between my thighs wasn’t just my desire anymore.
The knowledge that another man had come inside me, all while the one I wanted waited his turn, sent another quake of sickening, seductive power.
The urge to hide my breasts and apologise came and went as I sank back into the cloudy space of bliss. Nick had agreed to this. He’d agreed to share me. I’d wanted him to be jealous. I needed to see if there was something between us.
And now, I had my answer.
It was written in neon and lit up with bright spotlights.
Nick wanted me more than he would ever admit.
He wanted to fuck me, but he also wanted me in other ways.
I just have to figure out what ways before this night is over.
Hunter seemed to follow my train of thought as he gave me a quick, secretive smile. “If you were aiming to make him confess his true feelings, Ella, your evil plan is working.”