Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32219 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32219 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Axel grunts, and the sound is so primal it goes straight to my clit. I forget these three men are psychopaths with no humanity and think about how wet I am. I’m not the type to spy on people, but something about seeing these men in a compromising position does all kinds of things to my body.
My hand moves to my breasts and I fist them in my hand while the other hand moves under my dress and glides into my panties. Every grunt and groan coming from these men is a hit directly on my clit. My eyes close as my fingers work me into a frenzy. I’m lost in their euphoria while trying to find my own when I hear a thud. My eyes fly open to see Ronan on his ass, Kian putting his dick away, and Axel looking at me like he’d like to set me on fire.
“Christ, Axel. You could give a man warning,” Ronan says.
“Look what we have here,” Axel says, walking over to me. He’s not even trying to hide his bobbing erection. His massive biceps bulge. “Little Kitten, I think the big bad wolves have caught you.”
I try to remove my hand from my panties, but Axel is quicker. He holds me in position and steps closer. My body shakes, not from the orgasm I was hoping to have but from the venom in his clear blue eyes. “We don’t like curious little kittens around here. Think we need to punish you, so you know your place?”
I try to find my courage. “I’m sure Daddy would like to know about your little display here.” I shake my wrist, but his grip is like a vise. “Let go of my arm, Axel.”
“It’s cute she thinks she can tell you what to do,” Ronan says, his voice laced with something akin to respect.
My eyes roam to the side, and I spot Kian, a hunting knife in his hand. “I say we teach someone some manners.”
Axel smirks. “Is that what we should do, Little Kitten? Teach you some manners.”
I swallow, my body a tense ball of nerves. I’ve walked into a den of lions.
A laughing bark jolts my fear. I turn to stare Ronan in the face. His smile is jovial, his eyes pierced on mine as he zips his pants. “What’s the matter, Rabbit? Not feeling brave anymore?”
“Let’s make a deal, Little Kitten. You run, and we chase. If we don’t catch you, all’s forgiven, and we all go about our merry way.”
“And what happens if you catch me?’
Kian’s deep voice reverberates through the room. “Then we have a little fun.” He licks his lips while trailing the blade of the knife on the couch cushion. “Our way.”
“Don’t waste any time, Kitten. You’ve got a ten-minute head start.” Axel leans in, his mouth at my ear. His breath is hot, and my body, the slut it is, doesn’t seem to care he’s crazy. It takes a moment before he whispers the word, “Run.”
Chapter Six
AXEL
The kitten scampers down the stairs. Kian laughs. The sick fuck might be my brother, but I’m sure he’s salivating at catching her as much as I am. I’m sick, too, but I’m no match for Kian. The guy has no control; everything is about access to him. It’s as if the only time he can feel is when he’s too far gone.
Kian moves the tip of his blade along his fingertip. “How long we gonna let her run?”
“You can put that away cause you’re not using it on her,” I instruct. I’ve seen Kian at work with that knife, with the look of pure exaltation when he draws blood. In a twisted way, it’s like he takes their life force and seeps it into himself. It’s the only time he doesn’t seem like the fuckin’ walking undead.
Kian laughs and tosses the knife on the marble coffee table, tip down. “No problem. There are a lot of other things I can do with Sweet Girl that won’t require cutting.”
“You can’t force her into shit either,” Ronan chirps. Of the three of us, Ronan is the only one with some humanity. It’s not much, but it’s there. He gazes at me, his brown eyes giving off a disapproving stare.
“You want to fuck her too,” I throw back, and he looks away, proving me right.
We all wanted to bang her when we saw her in the form-fitting dress at my dad’s wedding to her mom. How she looked in that dress is still imprinted on my mind, every luscious curve hugged tight. I wanted to push her against the wall and grope every fuckin’ part of her. She consumed me at the wedding, and I couldn’t pay attention to anything but her. She kept tugging at her dress as if she was uncomfortable, like she had no idea how fuckin’ hot she was. My mouth watered as I stared at her giant tits overflowing the top of her dress.