Overtime Read Online Book by Dark Angel

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Dark Angel Advertisement1

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Maybe. Maybe I can keep going.

Nicole

I'm curled up on the giant bed in the sex room. We've just had the most amazing experience, all of us. Adam, Chase, and Cameron have made me feel things that I didn't know where possible.

I feel like a changed person.

At the same time, while this is a welcome change, it's something I have to get used to. I feel like I'm not myself. They've pushed me to the brink of my limits into unexplored sexual territories, and now I feel just exhausted.

I can't imagine staying here, sleeping with them. It doesn't feel like our relationship is at that level yet. Sure, we just went through possibly the most intense night of my life, but that doesn't mean I'm ready to snuggle up with these guys and pretend like everything is normal.

Because it's not.

This is not a normal relationship. Even if I did this with one guy, it would already be crazy, but the fact that I've done it with three… well that's just borderline insane.

I get out of bed and Chase asks, "Where are you going?"

"I'm getting dressed. I think I should take off."

"Baby," Cameron says. "You know you don't have to go. We want you to stay."

I look at them, and then I look at the playroom shrouded in black mystery.

Last night comes flooding into my mind. I have to get away. I have to get some air.

"Thank you, Cameron," I say. "That's really kind of you. But there's just no way I can stay here."

Adam gets out of bed and comes to my side. He's holding me, trying to drag me back to bed.

"Come on, Nicole, it's too late for you to go anywhere. It's the middle of the night," he says.

For a minute, I look at them and think about staying. These guys are hard to resist. But I know if I stayed I'd feel extremely awkward.

"I want you to know," Chase says. "There's no way we're kicking you out of here. If you want to leave, you can go. But for the record, we want you to stay."

"Thank you, Chase," I say. "That's really so nice of you. But, I just have a thing about sleeping in my own bed."

I wonder if they've bought the lie I just said. I don't give a damn about sleeping in my bed.

The truth is I feel like I need space and time to think. I feel overwhelmed emotionally, but can never admit that to them. Everything that's happened, the submissive role they made me play, is making me doubt myself and my integrity.

Sure, it felt good to lose control. It's good to be taken past limits and to reach new heights. And I know none of this could've happened if I hadn't given them what they need—which is to dominate me in every way.

But at the same time, all of this makes me feel weak. The fact that I enjoyed it must mean that there's something lacking inside of me.

I feel vulnerable and I hate that feeling. To me, vulnerability means weakness, and the fact that I was like that in front of these three hot alpha guys… well, that makes me feel embarrassed.

I can't get out of here quick enough.

"Chase, can you please do me a huge favor? Would you mind calling a cab for me?” I ask.

It's the middle of the night, and I know it's kind of crazy to get out of here, but I just have to need to be in my own space, in my own environment to clear my head.

"Nicole, there's no way I'm letting you take a cab. I'll have the town car come back and pick you up," Chase says.

"You sure?" I say as I pull back on my dusty rose dress from the floor.

"Of course."

The guys are watching me with passion in their eyes, almost as though they could be ready for more.

That's another reason why I have to go. I've been pushed to my maximum threshold, and there's no way I could do that again tonight.

The idea of being back in the city and back within my familiar surroundings is so appealing right now.

I slide on my ballet flats, toss my hair over my shoulder, and make my way over to them where I give them each a gentle kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you, guys, for everything."

I mean what I said. They've taught me a lot tonight, and they proved that they are trustworthy, that they really are good men. But like Cinderella at the stroke of midnight, I have to run out of here.

"I'll just meet the car outside," I say.

They reluctantly let me go, and I'm glad for it. I make my way down through Chase's massive house. Is it even a house or mansion?

I look at all the fine decorating and the luxury. While it's all beautiful, I realize it's not something I'm yearning for.


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