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)
Or a lot of them.
My body explodes when Priest places his finger below my chin, lifting my head. I’m a slave for his touch, his attention, his—everything. So much so that I’ll do what I need to do to make him see that I don’t care what kind of monster he is.
“How does he feel, Madness?” The heat of his words leaves blisters behind, even with the gentle caress of his thumb against my cheek.
“Like—” I pause.
Vaden pulls out a little, the fullness a suction vise that massages a hidden spot deep inside.
My fingers dig into Priest once more, and he studies me closely. I hate it. I hate that my stomach burns every time he’s watching as if I want him to be jealous. As if I want him to want me so much that he can’t stand another man to touch me, but that’s not Priest. It never will be, and it’s ridiculous that even after all my time away from him, I feel as though I have some kind of witchery over him.
We are nothing.
We were nothing.
We will always be nothing.
Because the only thing Priest Hayes can feel is hatred.
“—I hate you,” I gasp around the swell of realization that settles in my stomach.
He clucks his tongue, the base of his thumb grazing the pillow of my bottom lip. “So emotional, my Madness.”
Shame lands like a punch to the gut when he forces me into Vaden like a discarded toy. “Fuck her until she comes. Then keep fucking her until I say stop.”
“Priest…” Vaden warns. It’s the first time since being back that I’ve heard a smidge of the old Vaden, but he continues the same merciless pace. It’s a delicious torture of passion. A trance. Torment. Pain. It does nothing to numb the one in my heart.
Priest drags his eyes from mine, landing on Vaden. “Do it.”
“Fuck.” Vaden’s hand curls around my throat.
My clit swells between my legs, and through the pending doom of my orgasm, a heat even hotter simmers below the surface. My jaw tenses when I square up with Priest, his eyes wrestling with mine. Hatred. Pure, undiluted hatred.
Vaden rocks me hard with a single thrust, my body jolting forward, but I catch my fall on Priest’s lap. Too much. My mind spins and everything south explodes around me in a rain of fire as my orgasm pours through my body like acid, turning everything to dust.
“Vaden…” His name leaves my lips like a promise as my eyes slowly open onto Priest. Maybe I’m deluded. I’ve imagined everything I’d ever felt, but I’ll use it. I’ll use what I can to drive the pain I feel at this moment to hit anywhere inside of him.
His eyes narrow when they fall to my lips. Confusion knots his brows together, and then it’s gone.
Through the spasms of my muscles, fatigue threatens my sanity when he jerks his head at Vaden, swiping a bottle of whiskey from the side. “Again.”
“What?” Vaden pauses, and when he withdraws, the emptiness is a painful reminder of what I’ll never have.
I push myself up from Priest’s thighs, and I’m about to walk away when his hand is on my chin, forcing me into place. Priest’s eyes search both of mine, the room and everything in it dissolves into nothing. His lips are plush and full, with almost too much softness to be on a man who emanates this much masculinity. This time, the weight of his confusion cuts deeper than the striking lines of his features. He’s fighting an internal battle that no one can see.
“I said again.”
Hope dies the same way flowers do when they’re stepped on. His fingers loosen, and he lifts the bottle to his lips.
Vaden pulls me back against his chest. He must be sitting on the edge of the bath before I spread my legs wide and direct my hips over his length. My muscles tense around him once more, feeling the heat pool between my thighs. Tears of sweat slide down my body as my hair clings to my skin, but I keep my eyes on Priest as I ride against Vaden. He doesn’t smirk this round, watching carefully as he takes swig after swig of whiskey. It’s not until the heat of my orgasm snaps around us that my knees buckle and my thighs drip with glaze. I slide off Vaden’s lap and out of the tub. Cold tiles of the bathroom floor bathe the heat of my skin when I rest my cheek against it, the pounding of my heart still loud in my chest. Tree branches weave together through the window, twisting into nature’s sculpture as the colors in the room whirl around me.
Vaden’s footsteps bring me back to reality. “I can answer the question you’ve kept asking yourself since the moment Bishop brought her to you. No matter how many times I fuck her, you’re going to have the same result.” He must get closer to him, but I roll onto my back, blinking up at the chandelier. “That thing you feel in here when you watched that? That’s you caring, Priest. It’s not going to go away the more you watch it happen, in fact, I’m going to go ahead and say that it’s only going to detonate you in a way that you’ve never fucking known before.” Vaden pauses. “Think about what the fuck you’re doing, and why you’re doing it, and then reconsider the who. Because I ain’t about risking my life for it.”