Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 103413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 517(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 517(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Everything was going to be perfect from now on.
21
Fuck.
Things were a mess. Lottie pressed her forehead to the glass window of the penthouse, looking out at the New York skyline. Outside this penthouse, people moved around, going on with their business while she was stuck here. The princess in the tower. She’d exchanged one prison for another.
Not that either of them were keeping her there. The only person holding her captive was herself.
A week had passed since they’d come here. The first few days had been a mess. She’d had so many nightmares. Liam had threatened to stick them all on a plane to somewhere else so many times. Nico had been the one stuck holding them all together.
Why won’t my damn brain work properly?
She was so sick of this. She kicked the window then let out a cry, hopping around, holding her foot.
“What is it? What happened?” Liam ran into the room from his office. Both men had been sticking close by and honestly, those first few days she’d needed it. She couldn’t have done this without them. She hadn’t been lying when she said they were her safe place.
So why can’t you leave this apartment?
Just step outside. No one is going to grab you. Hurt you.
Molly had been cautioning her about pushing herself too fast. About being too hard on herself. But she just wanted to be better.
Molly claimed this was actually a good thing. Lottie wasn’t so sure.
The second day here, Nico had gone out and bought out half of an art store for her. But she couldn’t paint. She didn’t know why. And she checked in with her brothers constantly. The FBI hadn’t found anything thanks to what she and Nico had squirreled out.
Somehow, Liam had managed to get the plane’s manifest changed so that it looked like she and Nico had flown out earlier that day. She didn’t know how, she guessed a lot of money crossed palms. The FBI had sent requests to talk to her, but since they had nothing on her or her family, they couldn’t force her to talk to them.
“Banged my toe.”
“Poor baby. Let me see.” Liam picked her up and carried her to the sofa.
The guys were being so sweet with her, treating her so gently. But that was starting to frustrate her too. Sure, she’d needed it to begin with. And she wasn’t saying that she wanted it to stop, necessarily. Just she knew that they were holding back.
There had been hardly anything sexual between them.
She wanted to be more than someone they took care of.
She wanted to be the sexual goddess they couldn’t take her hands off.
“What happened? Is she all right?”
“Bumped her toe,” Liam replied to Nico. “Get an ice pack.”
“It’s fine,” she told them. “It barely hurts.”
But Nico had already returning soon with an ice pack. He sat on the sofa next to them and applied it gently to her toes.
“There, is that better?” Nico asked. “Poor toes. What did you hit them on?”
“The glass.”
“The glass?” Liam asked.
“I kicked it.”
“You kicked the window?” Nico asked.
“Yes.”
“Why?” Liam asked.
“Because I’m frustrated. I want . . . I want . . .”
“Yes, baby?” Liam asked.
“I want to give you a blow job,” she blurted out.
There. She’d said it. There was no taking it back. What she wanted was to give him a blow job.
“And you,” she said to Nico. “And I want you both to fuck me. That’s what I want.”
She folded her arms across her chest and gave them a nod.
They gaped at her then each other.
“That’s what you want, huh?” Liam asked.
“Yes. I just . . . I don’t want to be on the outside anymore, looking in.”
Liam gave her a shocked look. “You don’t feel like you’re part of this relationship?”
“No, that’s not it . . . ” She let out a frustrated groan. “I know you both love me.”
“Good,” Nico said. “Because we do.”
She climbed off Liam’s lap to look down at them both. “I needed you to be careful with me, in the beginning. Probably will still need that sometimes. But I’m tired of being the weirdo that worries about leaving the house because she thinks she’ll have a panic attack. Or has to be closely watched to make sure she doesn’t hurt herself. Or can’t be fucked for fear she’ll break.”
They were silent for a long moment.
Great, did I break them?
“Did she just call herself a weirdo?” Liam asked Nico.
“Yep. She sure did,” Nico replied.
“Is that acceptable?” Liam asked.
Is he talking to me?
“Oh, no, it’s definitely not.” Nico gave her a sharp look. “That’s breaking the rules.”
Her breath caught. Were they going to . . . oh, holy crap. She may have bitten off more than she could chew. But she knew they wouldn’t harm her. This was what she wanted.
“You have two choices, girl,” Liam told her.