Room Twenty-Two – Hide and Seek Read Online Mila Crawford

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32219 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
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My eyes cast down to the marble, and I focus on the white, gray, and black colors blending together. “I don’t want to leave.”

Chapter Twenty-One

KIAN

I don’t want to leave.

Those words lift ten tons of lead off my chest. The relief in my body is so heady I have to sit down.

“Thank fuck.” Ronan says as he laces his fingers in hers and walks her back to the island.

She moves to sit down, but I grab her hips and pull her on top of me.

“What are you doing?” she squeals.

“You’re gonna have breakfast on my lap, Sweet Girl.” I watch the blush on her face, and she pushes her long locks behind her ears. “Sweet Girl, this is nothin’ to blush about, But I can give you something that’ll make you turn red.”

I lift her and place her on the island. Pushing her legs open, I tuck my hands under them. “Lift your hips for me.”

I smile when she obeys without objection and lets me pull her panties down her long legs. I grab the plate of berries Ronan put on the table and bring it between us.

“What are you doing?” she asks, her eyes roaming my face for a tell.

“I’m having dessert before breakfast,” I nod towards her pussy, “and I like cream with my berries.”

I stare at her pussy. She’s already wet with anticipation. I trail the tip of a strawberry around her clit. “I love how you’re always wet and ready for us. It’s like your pussy knows who it belongs to.” I push the strawberry into her cunt and make sure it’s covered in her sweet juice before putting it to my mouth and taking a bite. “Fuckin’ delicious.”

“I’d like some of that cream,” Axel says as he pushes a raspberry in Stella’s pussy and licks it before popping the berry in his mouth.

Stella’s head falls back, her huge tits pushed out, and her legs spread wider of their own accord.

“Look at you, Sweet Girl. Spread out on the island like a dirty slut. Allowing your brother and his friends to feast on your cunt.” I slap her pussy and she yelps, her hips bucking toward me as if begging for more. I smirk at her before waking over and removing a spatula from the canister by the stove.

“You need to taste how good this cream is, little sis,” Axel says as he pushes a strawberry between her lips.

Stella’s eyes close as she takes a bite with a look of orgasmic bliss plastered all over her pretty face.

As she’s savoring the berry, I slap her pussy with the flat end of the spatula. “Such a dirty girl, Stella. Your legs opened like a wanton slut, letting us dip berries in that sweet cunt. You like being used, don’t you, Stella?

“Yes,” she pants.

“You like being our whore, don’t you, Sweet Girl?”

“God, yes.”

I spank her pussy again. “No one will make this sweet pussy as wet as us, isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Jesus, please.”

“You’re ours.” Spank. “Our whore.” Spank. “Our slut.” Spank. “Our love.” Spank. “You’re ours now and forever.” Spank. “Only ours.”

“Oh, my god. I’m coming!” Stella screams, bucking her hips in the air.

I spank her clit one more time. “Ours to make come.”

I drop the spatula and bury my mouth on her pussy, licking her clit, wanting to drown in her scent and taste.

“Jesus!” Stella screams.

I chuckle into her pussy. “Not Jesus, baby. The only person who can make you come this hard is the devil himself.”

“Shit, as much as I want this to continue, we need to get going,” Axel says.

“What?” Stella asks. “Where are we going?”

“We have to meet some people for business,” Axel responds.

Stella frowns. “Your illegal business?”

Ronan touches Stella’s shoulder. “Stella, we are who we are. We aren’t good men, and we never claimed to be. But we’ll always be good to you. Now get that fine ass in gear. We want to show you off.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

STELLA

Never in my life did I think I’d be sitting at a table in a dark corner of a restaurant with my mafia boyfriends and their business contacts.

Are they my boyfriends?

There are three other men there, all in pristine, over-priced suits, one of them in a creepy white mask. My body chills thinking about what he’s hiding under there. Unlike the other two men, he’s on alert, taking in our surroundings like he’s in a dangerous war zone. A pretty woman with soft eyes in jeans and a t-shirt sits closer to one of the men. Like me, she doesn’t seem like she belongs.

“Stella, this is Max Fedrovah and his brother Alexie. The one in the mask is Mikhail. Don’t worry, he’s safe, at least for us,” Axel says, his arm resting on my lower back. “And this beauty here is Samira.”

“Watch it,” the one named Max growls, wrapping his arm around Samira possessively.


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