Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 160578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 803(@200wpm)___ 642(@250wpm)___ 535(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 803(@200wpm)___ 642(@250wpm)___ 535(@300wpm)
The corner of his eye twitches, and I keep my movements slow. Careful.
Goosebumps swell over my skin as my nipples harden at the knowledge of how dangerous this man is. He could change his mind and snap my neck at any moment.
Knowing that he’s tried before only has my hips rolling slowly.
“Spit on it,” Vaden demands from my back, and Priest’s annoyance flies over my shoulder, landing on his best friend. His gaze drops back to me lazily as if catching his own aggression and settling back on the emotionless void he’s known for.
I catch the saliva and lean forward, spitting on the tip. My hand makes its way up his thick shaft before I catch the trickle with the base of my thumb and rub it in.
“Are you going to punish me?” The words leave my lips in a harsh whisper, tilting my head at him.
His hands land on my thighs, igniting a shrill excitement that bleeds down my spine. His cock hits my pussy when he pulls me in. “Haven’t decided.”
“But you want to?”
He searches my eyes, and even this close, I can see how they move like little mechanical switches hidden deep within. I want to tear them all apart and see what really lies beneath.
Is it as rotten as everyone thinks?
Or is it something else.
“I do everything I want to do, Madness.” His rough hands curve the inside of my thigh. “Don’t you remember how it felt that day?”
My eyes close, and my back arches. The blood rushing behind my ears in feverish waves as my hips buck forward slightly, desperate for him to touch me. To do anything to me at this point but take the edge away.
“Don’t you remember?” The tips of his fingers kiss my skin, and my hips shift again. Trying to tame my breathing, my fingers dig into the trunks of his arms as my teeth catch my bottom lip. He chuckles. “I don’t want it that bad.”
He nudges his head at Vaden, leaning farther away from me.
“Knew it,” I bite, not knowing it would come out as it did and using my anger to bathe my bruised ego. “I knew you—” A thrill courses through me as his hand cups my face.
A shadow, which has haunted me for most of my life, crosses his face. “You know what?” he snaps, and the way his lips move over his teeth has Vaden releasing the grip around my throat before stepping away. “Hmmm?”
I can’t stop the tear from falling from the corner of my eye, and he watches it slide down the side of my face, his mouth curving in a wicked half-smirk.
“Ah, Madness.” He pauses, and the hairs on the back of my neck prickle.
I need to get the fuck out of here right now. No one dances with the Devil in glass slippers.
“How wet are you right now? All that fear…” he whispers the words over my lips, and adrenaline rushes through me.
His other hand falls, only this time he covers my pussy. I choke on a hiccup when his finger traces my entrance with slow, meaningful grazes. He curls the tip of his finger slowly and moves in a massage motion as the muscles in my body clench.
“All it does is bathe you with my scent.”
Not bothering to tell him what I was going to say, I reach between us, but his hand is around my wrist, and he’s tugging me off as if the thought disgusts him. “You ain’t my type, Madness.” His words stay harsh, but his fingers keep moving inside of me.
“You’ve made that obvious,” I gasp, feeling the build of my orgasm climbing. “But since we’re already here.”
Vaden brushes against my back when I slide off Priest’s lap, making sure to press my ass against Vaden on my way up.
Arching my back, my hair falls onto Priest’s lap when I look at Vaden over my shoulder. “Do what you want to me.”
Vaden holds my stare, no longer looking to Priest for permission and obviously reading into what I’m playing at. With his hand on my back, he moves lower until his finger parts the slit of my pussy. He pauses against my clit. My mouth falls open slightly, my head dropping as I roll my hips into his finger. He moves in slow strokes, too slow, and I swear if I don’t come, I’m going to explode. The touch of his calloused finger grazes the pebble of my clit, and I groan, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. In all the years, Priest never allowed girls to finish, and he never did himself. Not when he’d fuck them. Not when they’d do him.
Not a single person.
Until that night. That had to count for something.
It’s suffocating how much he fills me. My muscles seize. I dig my nails into Priest’s jeans to find my grip. I want to look back at what it is Vaden is fucking me with when the metal piercing on his cock skims my insides.