Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24688 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24688 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
“Oh my God, oh my God!” I scream through my teeth.
“It’s okay, Magnolia. You can be Daddy’s little girl and a come whore.” Karson fists my hair roughly, lifts my head and looks me in the eye. “In fact, we prefer it.”
“Oh fuck, she’s coming,” pants Mateo. “Aren’t you, Magnolia?”
“Yes!”
“Good, baby,” Pace moans into my spine. “Such a good girl for us. In so many ways.”
The orgasm that detonates inside of me is like two semi-trucks colliding at a hundred miles per hour. The contents of my brain spill out all over the road and there’s nothing but fire. Fire in my vision, my loins, my erogenous zones. I vibrate so hard that my teeth chatter, my body being jostled in every direction while the men attack me, using me for their needs, flesh in my mouth, my backside, my sex, all huge and aggressive and pleasure giving, their bodies rutting above, beside and below mine, their aroused grunts loud in the room. In my ears.
The pleasure rolls through me without cease, moisture sluicing down my thighs and turning Karson on more, so much that he pumps one final time and roars a string of curses, his spend erupting inside of me, just as my mouth floods with saltiness. Great, thick streams of salty moisture that I gulp hungrily, not wanting to waste any part of this moment, this incredible moment while my thighs are still shaking and my core is still flexing. So perfect. So good. And it gets even better, more transcendent, when Pace’s too familiar, muscular body stiffens against my back and he heaves a groan, his body convulsing while he spurts into that place, no longer untouched.
Owned by him.
By them.
All of me is owned by them.
And I own all of them in return.
That final thought puts a smile on my face as I collapse sideways onto the mat, blissfully drifting into an unconsciousness so thick, I don’t even wake when they start to argue.
Chapter Seven
Mateo
As soon as the three of us catch our breath, it’s a race to find out who is going to go for their gun first. Pace covers an unconscious Magnolia with his shirt and we all stand up, zip up our pants in silence, balanced on the balls of our feet, waiting for someone to make a move.
I should have put money on Karson.
In a flash, the mob boss has pulled the gun from his shoulder holster and leveled it at me, as casually as one orders an omelet at the diner. “You know I can’t let you live, right?”
My gun points steadily back at him, but the fact that Magnolia is in the same room as three guns is making my stomach roil. “You know you’ll get life in prison if you murder a federal agent, right?”
“Only if they find your body.” His smile is pure darkness. “And believe me, they won’t.”
“I don’t have enough evidence on you for an arrest. You’d be killing me for no reason.”
“Would I?”
Comprehension lands. “You want Magnolia all to yourself. That’s what this is really about? Not the fact that I was doing my job by surveilling you.”
A third gun cocks its hammer in the room.
Pace stands over Magnolia, his face a mask of malice. He points the gun at his guardian, then me, before moving it back to Karson. “If anyone is going to have Magnolia all to himself, it’s going to be me.”
“Pace, put the gun on him and leave it there,” Karson bites off.
“If you kill him, how do I know you’re not going to kill me, too?” He looks down at the sleeping beauty on the mat. “We would all kill for right of ownership, wouldn’t we?
Magnolia’s eyes fly open. “Right of ownership?”
A beat passes. “Perhaps I should have phrased that differently,” Pace admits.
“Oh, do you think so?”
Magnolia pouts up at Pace, the shirt covering her body slipping down to her lap, showing off her full tits and all three of us swallow a hungry sound.
“If you don’t want us to fight over ownership, young lady, then you’re going to have to choose one of us,” says Karson. “Here and now. Bear in mind, I have enough money to spoil you rotten for ten lifetimes and I plan to do just that.”
“I’m an honest man making a damn fine living,” I rasp, begging her to pick me, even though I just used her mouth in inexcusable ways. Please, show me mercy, magic girl. “I can give you a home. Children. A normal life. Neither one of them can do that.”
“I’m your monster, Magnolia,” Pace says, slowly reaching down and sliding his fingers into her hair, stroking her scalp with her fingertips until her eyes close in bliss. “It has been you and me since the fucking beginning. You know it has. I would bleed out for you.”