Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Gaeton finally moves, drawing our attention back to him. “Seems like Isabelle doesn’t need our cocks, Beast.”
Beast palms himself through his jeans, expression contemplative. He’s so close, I can feel the air displacement from his hand against my pussy. “Seems so,” he says slowly. Another stroke. His blue eyes narrow. “I don’t know about you, Gaeton, but I’m not inclined to stick my cock where it’s not welcome.”
“Yeah.” Gaeton’s voice has gone low. “I’m right there with you.”
Beast’s blue gaze goes wicked. “There is another option, if you’re up for it.”
The barest of hesitations. “You’re saying the best way to punish Isabelle is to show her exactly what she’s missing out on.”
I feel like they’re reading off a screenplay and I’m left to flounder in the dark. “Wait—”
“What do you say, Gaeton? Just this once.”
What? I feel like my eyes are going to pop out of my head. “No way. You aren’t saying what I think you’re saying. You hate each other. You’ll seriously have sex just to spite me?”
Gaeton is watching my face. He finally nods. “Just this once.”
Beast finally looks at him. “Be sure it’s what you want.”
“I don’t have to like you to want this. I’ve seen you fuck.” Gaeton gives a lopsided grin. “I’m sure.”
“Then strip.”
Gaeton is still grinning when he pulls his shirt over his head. My breath stalls in my lungs. Gods, I missed him. His body is carved in huge slabs of muscle. Not defined, exactly, but he looks like the men who compete in those Strongman competitions. His pants follow his shirt to the ground and then he’s standing there naked before us, his cock hard and ready. He palms it with a big hand and gives himself a rough stroke.
Is he …
Is Beast …
I look up, but Beast is watching Gaeton like he’s seeing him for the first time. It’s still not a friendly look, not really, but there’s clear lust in his blue eyes. Whatever his feelings about Gaeton, he’s just as affected by this show as I am.
Beast absently runs his hands over my hips. “He looks good, doesn’t he, princess?”
No lies. I’m not capable of them in this moment. “Yes.” It hurts to look at Gaeton. It hurts so much more than I expected. I loved them both, but Gaeton is the one who left me, the one I harmed with my inability to choose. My voice is hoarse as if I’ve been screaming for hours. “He looks good.”
Gaeton doesn’t spare me a glance. “You top.”
“I was planning on it.” Beast stops touching me and moves off the bed. The men walk together to a large cabinet in the corner and open it. I get a glimpse of a wide array of toys, everything from floggers to things I have no name for, but my gaze snags on Gaeton’s round ass and I stop worrying about what they’re quietly negotiating over there.
I didn’t envision ending up in this position when I went to the Underworld earlier tonight. I’m still reeling from how much these men kept from me in their individual ways. This is the kind of sex they got off on all along? The kind of sex I also get off on? Why couldn’t we figure that out together? Why did it have to be so …polite?
I’m partly to blame for that. I let my carefully couched questions fade to silence when I found them resistant. I never pushed for the things I truly fantasized about. I let them put me on a pedestal and I told myself I was lucky to have the two men I wanted most in my life.
The whole situation seems like a clusterfuck in hindsight. With each passing minute, it becomes clear just how effectively we lied to ourselves and to each other.
Gaeton and Beast finish their conversation and walk back to the bed. Beast has a thick flogger dangling from one hand and Gaeton’s lost his grin. They stare down at me, spread and vulnerable. Beast finally says, “You don’t get any cock tonight, princess. But be very good and we’ll allow you to earn both of ours.”
Humiliation burns me even as it stokes something inside me hotter. I am Isabelle Belmonte. I’ve never begged for anything in my life before tonight, and I’m not about to get in the habit of it. I have to fight to meet his gaze, to not look away. “I make no promises.”
“We know.” He motions to Gaeton without looking at him. “End of the bed. Hands on the frame over your head.”
The big man moves to obey. I have to keep my head lifted to see everything, and my neck already hurts. With his arms overhead, he looks even bigger, and he watches me with those dark eyes that contain too many emotions to name. Anger is there in spades. Desire, too. But that’s not all.