Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 70525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
One look from her and I'd do anything. She has me wrapped around her finger so tightly, which is odd because she's the only person in this world who’s managed to tame the raging lion inside. My fury dies down as I continue to stare at her, my eyes locked on hers. I don’t know if I could look away now if I tried.
"You know, Marshall,” she says, and my cock gets impossibly harder with the way she says my name, “if you give me back my phone I think I can find some of my dad's old contacts on there. They can help you track down the money. It might help." She bats her eyelashes teasingly, her voice sugar-sweet.
This girl gets me on a whole other level. Her lightheartedness makes me light too. Something I’m not familiar with. Suddenly the world isn’t so dense and dire when she's around.
"Fine, baby, whatever you need. Let's go get your phone."
Justin and I escort her to the penthouse and into her room—still without a door. I open the safe that contains her phone, and she scrolls through until she gives us some solid names to go by.
"Here," she says, handing me the phone. "See for yourself."
The little screen can barely accommodate my large hands. I'm scrolling and pressing on buttons until, eventually, I see what a naughty little thing Caroline really is. There's a slew of filthy pictures of her naked, holding her tits while her hardened nipples poke out the top of her hands. She's touching herself on the bathroom floor. There's one of her coming, you can tell by her face that’s etched with ecstasy. I know that face well.
"Oh, whoops! Those were not meant to be seen!" Her hands fly to her mouth and her eyes grow wide.
Yeah right. She totally wanted me to see those.
She deftly flips the phone out of my hand, and Justin and I tackle her and pin her to the ground to get it back. I know he's thinking what I am. He saw the pictures too. Now he's on sensory overload, wanting to consume every bit of what we just saw. In the flesh.
"Act it out for me baby," he commands. "I want to watch you touch yourself like that."
"Guys!" she squeals. "Are you serious?"
"Deadly," I say.
My gaze darkens as I look down at her, and all I can think about is shredding her outfit and getting her naked. The animal inside roars, ready to ravage this girl and make her mine yet again. I won’t be tamed, and I won’t wait another second to have her.
Chapter 15
Caroline
Marshall and Justin are sprawled across me each pining one arm reaching for the phone in my hand. They are already hard and I can feel their cocks pressing into my hip and thigh.
My legs are tangled with Marshall’s and he is very slow about sliding his thigh from between my legs as he stands.
Justin licks down the side of my throat as he pushes up to stand. My jeans rub against my clit as they slide their bodies down mine.
Once they are standing over me, Marshall snaps his fingers and gestures to my phone still in my outstretched hand. I sit part way up and hand it to him.
He looks long and hard at the picture on the screen.
I think it is the one I took late one night in my bathroom at the house. I drank a couple of glasses of wine with dinner that night and made myself a special album of pictures for later.
That particular picture was at the height of my passion and I caught a great selfie of my “O” face. I’m really glad I was super horny and bored that night, it gave me the perfect way to loosen Marshall up.
He needs to let loose and get some of the anger off, he can’t get anything done with him all bottled up. Now I get to see what he is going to do with all that energy.
“You seem to be wearing a lot less in this picture.” Marshall ponders the details of the picture. “Now I don’t think we can match the tile work but we can do something about your clothes. Strip,” he commands.
I stand up.
Marshall stays where he is holding my phone.
I look directly in his eyes, defiant, daring him to blink. He returns my stare gestures with his head.
“Strip,” Marshall repeats, his voice a little sharper. It sounds like his breath is getting shorter as he seems to be losing what little temper he has.
I shift my gaze to Justin standing slightly back from him letting Marshall take control of the situation.
Justin licks his lips and nods along to what Marshall says.
“Show us how naughty the girl in the picture is,” says Marshall.
He looks like he almost doesn’t want me to listen to him, giving him an excuse to tear my clothes off and punish me, but I want to give in this time and give him something to punish me about later.