Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 55792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
“I better get back to the party,” I tell him as I recall Judah was planning on testing the allegiance of our girl.
“I’ll be out there shortly.”
I leave Mario to work, and I make my way back to the main area of the house where the guests are still gathered. Most of them are not even more drunk than before. I don’t partake in the alcohol on offer because I’m alert. This isn’t a friendly get together, there are threats in this room. And they would stop at nothing to try their luck.
I find Jude and Val, and I hang beside them to wait until we see Brielle enter the room once more.
“Mario doing okay?” Valen asks me as he glances at me from over his shoulder.
“He is.” I keep my watchful gaze on the door, and when I see her coming down the sweeping staircase, I tug at Jude’s jacket, and we head out into the entrance hall.
She’s carrying a couple of folders, they’re not as big as we thought, which makes it easier to carry. I take them and head out to the car to store them before anyone can ask questions.
Upon my return, there’s an altercation, and I almost step in, but Valen holds me back when he grips my arm. “Wait.”
Judah is having a stare off with some arsehole I’ve never seen before. I’m not sure if he’s only just come up the ranks, but he looks like he’s about to get Judah’s bad side. You do not want that.
“She’s just filthy scum, like her father,” the young man sneers as he looks at Brielle. She looks visibly shaken, and every instinct in my body wants to go to her and save her. I know Valen is feeling much the same, but if we do, it may look strange.
Judah is the one marrying here, and he needs to stand up and protect her. “Oh, and you’d like to know if she’s willing to do anything to become one of the wives of your friends?” Jude’s voice is pure ice.
“I bet she would. Why do you think she’s with you? Unless she has some magical cunt that makes her so irresistible.”
My blood burns through my veins. I’ve known anger before, but this rage that’s currently coursing inside me, swirling like a fucking volcano, is about to erupt.
Judah takes one step forward, towering over the little shit. He keeps his composure, more so than I would. “Her cunt,” he enunciates the word elegantly, and methodically. “Is not something you will ever get to experience. Because she is my fucking princess, and she will be my fucking queen. Am I understood?”
I watch Jude, his hands fisting at his sides. I’m not sure what the next step is here. He’s clearly laid claim, but I don’t see this bastard backing down.
“Why not show us then?” The challenge is set between them. I doubt Jude will do it, but I’ve seen worse things happen at these parties.
Suddenly, he grips Brielle at the back of the neck, and he pulls her against him. His front to her back. And I watch as his left hand snakes under the slit of her dress. Valen chose the outfit well.
“You want to watch me punish her for being the daughter of a lying bastard?” Judah throws back the challenge. The corner of his mouth tilts when his hand stops. I’m pretty sure he’s found our little princess wet.
“Do it.” The bastard smirks.
I’d love to know his name. Because I’m dying to get him in the ring with me. A good fight is what I need right now. It would be a welcome distraction from the sight of Brielle being manhandled by Judah. If it were any of these other cunts, I would kill them, but because I know Jude is in love with her, I know she’s safe.
As much as our anger had overtaken us earlier with her, we have feelings for the girl. There is no denying she’s come into our lives and made them better. I don’t know what I would do without her here.
“I’m not one to share my toys. And I certainly don’t whip my cock out for just anyone. Or did you want to see it because you’d like to compare sizes, little boy?” Judah taunts the stranger. “But, as you can see,” he continues as his one hand wraps around her throat, and the other is still knuckle deep in her underwear, if she’s wearing any, “She is mine.” And then Judah pulls his fingers from between Brielle’s thighs and brings them to her mouth.
Dutifully, she sucks the digits. Two of them slide over her tongue, and Judah pushes deeper, until they can hear the soft gagging sounds of our girl throughout the room.
“She is not a free use toy for any of you,” Judah continues. “Every inch of this body,” he says as he gestures from her head to her feet. “Belongs to me, to savour, to punish, and to worship. Because unlike you, she’s paid her penance.”