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)
Ronan keeps tugging on my cock until my cum spurts out in his hand and lands on the marble floor. He walks over to Stella, smirking as he wipes his cum-stained hands on her face. “Such a pretty girl. So pretty covered in your big brother’s cum.”
Stella swipes some cum from her lips and offers it to me. I open my mouth and suck her finger as Ronan licks her cheek. “Fuckin’ delicious.”
“Seems like I missed all the fun,” Kian says, standing by the island. “Stella, go shower, and then we all need to talk.”
“Talking is so overrated. I’m a man of action,” Ronan says, grabbing his cock.
“You should probably get cleaned up, too,” Kian says, all humor gone from his voice.
Chapter Twenty
STELLA
We sit at the kitchen island, mugs in hand. The guys nervously take sips of coffee as we all watch Ronan working at the stove.
“How come you can cook?”
It’s odd that Ronan is such a phenomenal cook, growing up the way he did. He’s cooked every meal since we’ve been here. He’s not a decent chef, he’s Michelin star excellent.
I melt as Ronan flashes his dimples. “I spent most of my life in hotels. My dad would be away on business, and my mom was always on set. I figured I’d be eating takeout for the rest of my life if I didn’t learn how to cook.”
I turn to Kian. “So, what do we need to talk about? How you kidnapped me, held me against my will, and coerced me into having sex with you?”
Kian glares at me. Something lurks behind his emerald-green eyes—there’s always something lurking behind Kian’s eyes. Out of the three guys, he’s the one who has the greatest darkness and sadness in him. He told me a little about his past, but there’s still so much I don’t know.
Ronan seems to be the most well-adjusted. To the outside, there’s nothing wrong with him. He’s beautiful, rich, and has an energy that effortlessly attracts others. Ronan is very likable. No one would think this handsome, amiable guy is a ruthless killer.
Axel, the spoiled one of the three. I can’t help the tingle between my legs when I remember how he was used by Ronan earlier. The taboo and depraved things he said or made me say to him were so hot. I’ll never be able to go without it now. Axel is the one who woke me. He’s the one who got me addicted to these three men. He’s the ringleader. And the one at who all my anger is directed.
“We don’t want you for the summer anymore,” Kian says.
I should be happy, but my heart constricts, and pain almost makes me topple over.
I guess once they got what they wanted from me, it became easy to let me go. I never believed they cared about me. I was a plaything for them to use and abuse and throw in the trash like useless garbage.
It hurts. I knew their reputation. They go on one or two dates, and the woman is history. None of them had a girlfriend during or after high school. It was naïve of me to think I was the exception because I’m another rule.
I rise from my chair and look at the three of them as I fight back tears, willing them to stay put and not fall down my cheeks. “If that’s what you all want, I’ll pack up my bags and call an UBER. Have a pleasant life, guys.”
I turn my back on them as one tear slowly escapes. They might as well have stabbed me in the heart. It would have hurt less than this raw, empty feeling. I take one step, and a strong hand grabs my wrist.
“Whoa, there, Kitten,” Axel says. “Where do you think you’re running off to?”
“I’m leaving like you asked. “
“You can’t leave.” Kian gets up so fast he kicks the stool behind him, and it lands with a thud on the floor. “You’re not going anywhere.”
“You’re giving me whiplash!” I shout. “You all told me you want me to leave.”
“No!” Kian shouts back. “We gave you the option to leave or stay based on your free will.”
“So, what the fuck do you want from me?” I shout at all of them.
Ronan pushes past Kian and walks over to me. He grabs my face in his hands, his eyes searching mine. “We want you to stay. Stella. We want it to be your choice.”
“That’s funny,” I spit. “Because I swear Kian told me I can’t leave. So you’re not giving me a choice.”
Ronan rubs his thumb along my bottom lip. “Don’t worry about Kian. We all want you. We need you. But if push comes to shove, we’ll do what’s best for your happiness. We want you to be happy, and if you honestly don’t want to be with us, we’ll keep each other in check and let you do what you wish.”