Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
My walls clench around nothing, pulsing with the need to be filled. I shift, angling myself closer to him so I can ride him faster. Fuck, if he only let me sit on his cock instead. I miss the feeling of his dick in me, splitting me open and making me scream. Here he sits, with a damned smirk as I desperately try to please myself.
“Braken,” I moan, fingers digging into his shoulders. “Not enough.”
“All you have to do is say it.” The gravelly edge to his voice gives away how much he wants me.
I accidentally lift my knee to brush my thigh against his cock when I shift. Braken inhales but still doesn’t touch me. The bastard. I do it again, trying to tease him into touching me, but he’s steadfast. The only thing I’m left with is annoyance and a sad, pulsing, empty pussy.
“I already did,” I argue, sitting back down on his thigh. I move again, needing any bit of friction to ease the heat building in me.
“You need to be more clear, Fiora. I won’t touch you until then.”
How is ‘fuck what’s yours’ not clear? I’m sitting on his lap, grinding against his flexing thigh for any scrap of pleasure he’ll give me. To anyone else, that would be pretty damn clear.
But to Braken, it’s not enough because he needs to be certain I’m his girl.
“You aren’t answering the question I asked. Do you want them to join us? They haven’t had a taste of you yet.”
I look into his eyes. I can see he wants me to say yes.
I want to say yes.
So, ignoring the heat rushing to my face and the way my heart skips a beat, I nod with a smile.
Chapter 35
Fiora
When the door to the office opens, the loud bass from the club music below announces Merrick and Soren’s presence before I even look up. Just like last night, they arrive when beckoned, but this time, their eyes aren’t on Braken.
They are on me.
Hungry eyes.
Ravenous stares.
Predatory, even.
“When Braken calls, you both come,” I say with a smile.
“Always,” Soren says as he approaches me. “And now that you’re going to be part of Braken…”
“We’ll come running for you, too,” Merrick finishes.
“You both are like sex genies,” I say. “Our wish is your command.”
Everyone chuckles, but no one denies.
“And what is your command?” Soren asks as he closes the distance between us.
I trace over his collarbone, nails dragging along his tan skin. I glance over at Braken for visual reassurance. He claims that he shares, but does he really mean it? When he gives me a smile and a nod, I know the door has now been thrown wide open.
“My turn to watch,” he says as he grabs his drink and heads over to the leather chair behind his desk.
Taking a deep breath to gather courage, I move my fingers slowly down Soren’s front, dragging them over his large pecs.
I reach out for Merrick who is standing close, but not close enough. “Don’t you want to fuck me, too?” I dig my other hand’s nails into his shirt, raking them down his abs at the same, languid pace I do to Soren.
I’ve never been so bold and daring before, but I like it. I want to be that woman. A powerful woman who knows exactly what she wants and has no shame in asking—no, demanding—what she wants.
The Godwin name means power, strength, and dominance. But the being a female Godwin seems to mean weakness, submission, and lack of control. It’s time I change that.
The darkness in both Soren and Merrick’s stares makes me shiver but also drives me to continue.
“Who wants to feel my pussy squeeze your cock? Make me call your name and moan for you?” I move my fingers lower and brush over each of their hardened cocks. “While the other fucks my ass, spreading me wide.”
Who the fuck am I? I don’t even recognize my own voice.
Soren instantly grabs me, picking me up like it’s nothing. I wrap my legs around him as he carries me over to the couch, Merrick right behind him. Soren drops me on the edge of the sofa, and I bounce a few times before I get my bearings. My heart thunders when he leans down into me, pussy clenching in anticipation.
Both men begin shedding their clothes, eyes locked on me. I steal a glance at Braken who, by the look on his face, seems to be enjoying the show. It’s like when I watched the three of them fuck. It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and now I want to repay the favor by giving Braken the same experience.
I make a show of undressing, popping button by button of my jersey as everyone watches me with hooded eyes. Once all the buttons are done, I shimmy out of it, tossing it to the floor. My undershirt joins it a second later, and I revel in the way I hear multiple inhalations. I wore my laciest black bra and panty set, hoping we’d end up at The Vault tonight. Only I thought Braken would be unwrapping me like a present, but instead, I’m putting on a little strip tease for an audience.