Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 126522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
“Did you or did you not tell Marcus that you would fuck another woman, only if his cock was buried deep in your ass?”
“I mean, I did, but—”
“Good,” she says, cutting me off again. “There’s no need to be embarrassed. Everybody starts somewhere, but luckily for you, you’re going to get the best of both worlds.”
My brow arches. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Shhhhh,” she hums, pushing up off the couch, using Roman’s strong thigh to give herself a boost. “You’re going to love it. I can tell.”
She slowly begins circling the coffee table until she’s kneeling behind me, balancing herself on her knees with one hand on my shoulder. Her other rests at the base of my neck and as she slowly leans down and skims her red lips along the curve of my neck, her soft fingers brush along my skin, gently caressing my curves.
She trails her fingertips right over my breasts and my nipples pebble under her touch. “There,” she whispers against my skin. “I knew you were going to like it.”
But she couldn’t be more wrong. While her touch is definitely something I’ve never experienced before, it’s not what’s getting me off. It’s the way both Roman and Levi are watching my body as though they wish they could be the ones enjoying it. If only Marcus would move so I could see his eyes on me too. I’d love to see that raw, desperate hunger of his just one more time.
Marcus’ words from the night he screwed me into oblivion come back to haunt me. ‘You’re not to give this up for anybody. Not Roman or Levi, or any sorry fucker who comes looking for you. Is that understood?’
I’d agreed wholeheartedly for the sole purpose of him finishing me off, but if I were alone with either of his brothers, I’d pretend like it never happened. But right now, his eyes are on me. He knows that the second this woman touches me, those words will fail to hold any weight.
I glance back at him, and as I meet his narrowed stare, I realize that we’re both on the same page. He’s remembering those exact words just as I am, remembering how I promised I’d only be with him. He’s fucking pissed, but at the same time, the desire pools in his eyes. He wants to watch, he wants to see her hands on my body, see the way I squirm beneath her gentle touch.
A private moment passes between us, and after a short pause, he finally nods, relenting to what he knows is bound to happen anyway. After all, he might as well sit and enjoy the show rather than be pissed and miss out on all the fun.
The woman’s hand drops even lower, skimming over my stomach so softly that I suck in a breath as her fingers tickle my sensitive skin. I can’t help but pull my gaze away from Marcus and focus on her touch as her long dark hair falls forward and brushes over my shoulder. It comes to a stop at the top of my thigh and a breathy groan slips from between my lips as her tongue grazes over my neck.
The boys watch closely, not missing a single flinch or exhale as her fingers drop between my spread thighs and start rubbing tight little circles over my clit.
I suck in a breath and my tits press harder against her arm. She smiles against my neck. “I knew you’d like it,” she murmurs. “Just wait until I fuck you with my tongue. You’re such a lucky little whore.”
Roman’s hard gaze rests against my pussy and from where he sits, I know that he can see just how wet I am. Fantasizing about his brother and drums earlier probably didn’t help, but damn it, I can’t lie, this small bit of relief is helping to ease the ache within.
The woman’s fingers dip lower and she swirls them with my wetness before slowly pushing them deep inside me. My legs instantly open wider, wanting to take her deeper, but there’s only so far fingers can go.
As if reading my body, her thumb works my clit as her fingers move in and out of me, and just when I start to forget that she’s a complete stranger and probably someone I don’t want to know in this world, she pulls away from me and a pained cry pulls from between my lips.
“Don’t worry, sweet angel,” she purrs, standing from the coffee table and moving around until she’s directly in front of me. The morning light shines in behind her and creates a soft halo around her face, though something tells me that’s the most deceiving thing I’ll ever see. This woman is anything but an angel. “I’ve been watching you all night. You’re feisty but innocent. I know exactly what you need and I won’t stop until I’ve got your sweet taste on my tongue.”