Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 176345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 882(@200wpm)___ 705(@250wpm)___ 588(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 882(@200wpm)___ 705(@250wpm)___ 588(@300wpm)
With each step Nathan takes toward me, I take one step back until I bump into the wooden seats. He clutches my arm to stop me from falling, his body mere inches away from mine. And I’m struck by how gorgeous he is up close, despite the bitterness in his eyes. It’s the kind of pain that’s all too familiar to me. Maybe that’s why I hated looking at it so damn much.
His hand comes up to my face, and he tips up my chin to make me look at him. “And I want to hear you beg too.”
His thumb grazes my lip, his gaze fluttering over my skin almost as if he’s memorizing each pore. As he towers over me, he slowly opens my mouth and dips his thumb inside, pushing my tongue down. He spits into my mouth, forcing me to taste him.
“Swallow.”
When I do, he moans, his finger still inside my mouth.
He pulls out and grips my hair, then slams his lips onto mine. His kiss is coarse, greedy, almost as though he’s pouring every ounce of his rage into this one kiss. And as our lips unlatch, it feels like the air is knocked from my lungs.
“Fuck,” he groans.
“Too late for you too?” Milo muses in the back.
“Shut up,” Nathan growls at him without taking his eyes off me.
His hand slides down my neck, slipping down my body, my tits, almost like he’s savoring every inch.
“I thought you hated me and my family,” I say, confused by the reckless kiss he just gave me.
“Your family, yes… but you … I’m fucking thirsty for you.”
He slides his hand down my body, his fingers dipping between my legs as he pushes the dress up, and I try not to feel affected, but goddamn, the way he touches me makes it so hard.
“Milo played with you,” he murmurs, sliding my panties aside. “Now it’s my turn.”
NATHAN
I dip my middle finger into her and watch her clench her teeth to prevent the moan from spilling out. She may be able to stop them now, but that won’t last for long.
Before we’re out of here, I’m going to hear her scream my name, and it won’t be from the building heat inside this cubicle. It’ll be from my cock ramming into her wet, aching pussy.
I grasp her by the hair and make her look at me as I shove another finger inside. Her o-shaped mouth tells me enough.
“You thought I couldn’t please a woman with these fingers?” I roll them around inside her, touching her G-spot with ease. “Imagine what I could’ve done if I used all three.”
“Fuck.”
I lean in while fingering her and whisper into her ear, “Milo made you so fucking wet, didn’t he?”
When she shudders, I pull out, and she breathes out a soft moan, quickly followed by a squeak when I fish the toy I’ve been waiting to use out of my pocket.
“What is that?”
“You don’t need to know what it is.” I push it underneath her dress and into her wet pussy. “Just know it’ll make you fall to your knees and beg.”
I push it inside, and she lets out another mewl as I turn it on and the buzzing begins. And fuck me, I can practically see her fall apart right in front of me.
I push her down, forcing her to sit. “Enjoy the vibes …”
And I walk toward Milo, who stares at me sheepishly while I go to my knees in front of him and unzip him. “What are you doing?”
“Enjoying what belongs to me,” I say as I pull out his cock. “Both of you.”
I turn to look at her. “Now watch, and don’t you dare look away.”
I take Milo into my mouth and lick him off while he just stands there whimpering like the little simp he is. But I don’t give a goddamn care in the world. If these fuckers are going to play, I’m playing with them. And I sure as hell won’t allow him to have pleasure without me.
So I lick his hard-on while stroking my own through the fabric of my pants, sucking him off as hard as I can, all while making consistent eye contact with Lana who’s having trouble breathing through it.
His knees buckle, and I have to bring his hand to my hair so he won’t fall.
“Hold me,” I growl.
“But you never—”
I slap his ass. “I do what I want with this cock. Now stay there until I bring you to the brink of madness.”
“But she’s here too,” he mutters, gazing at Lana, who’s writhing on the bench behind us.
“Don’t look away, Lana,” I order her.
And I zip down my pants and pull out my hard-on. Her eyes home in on it like the lusty whore she is, and I enjoy every secret glance she throws my way while trying her best not to be affected.