Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
I don’t notice Malyk’s body gone until the side lamp is turned on, and my eyes burn from the sudden intrusion.
“Ouch!” I squeeze my eyes closed, slowly opening, and closing them to adapt to the room, when I find Sparrow on the sofa in the corner, legs stretched wide. It’s the first time I get to see them all in light since they left. Each of them has dark eyeliner smudged beneath their eyes and dark splatters over their chests.
“Come here.” Sparrow’s voice is drunk with lust.
I don’t know how many times I have played out Sparrow and me inside my head, but every time I do, I can’t quite figure out how I would feel.
I go to swing my legs over the bed, tucking my hair behind my ear, when his words stop me.
“Crawl to me.”
I pause, my chest rising and falling as his eyes fall over my naked body like they belong there. Owned, marked, theirs—apparently. “Wh—”
They all do that, I’ve found. They take whatever they want, and right now, for whatever reason, they want me.
“Mmm…” He shakes his finger in front of his face, looking down to the floor before coming back to me.
He has a slight five o’clock shadow dusting over his chiseled jaw that only intensifies his features.
“Crawl to me.” He leans forward, resting his arms on his thighs as the hood covering his head dips.
The robes they’re all wearing are strange. Not at all something I would expect to see any of them in, but since I’m not only drinking their Kool-Aid, I’m fucking shooting it through an IV, I ignore the red flags.
A hand comes to the back of my throat, massaging my spine with his thumb before directing—or forcing—me down onto my knees in front of Sparrow. Sparrow’s eyes turn wicked, the dark shadows he keeps hidden exposed. He leans back in his chair, curling his finger forward.
“Come.”
I land on the carpet on my hands and knees, the hunger no longer satiated. Do I want him? Yes. More than I care about my dignity, apparently. I put one hand in front of the other, slowly shuffling toward him when a loud clap sounds out and a sharp sting bites my ass cheek.
I jolt forward slightly, peering over my shoulder until I see Malyk shrugging. “You’re fucking lucky I didn’t cut you, chase you, and then fuck you, Poppet. Next time.” He winks at me, and I pause, my mouth hanging open.
Was that a threat?
“Keep moving, Shiloh.”
I keep shuffling until I’m at Sparrow’s feet. Fingers wrap around my chin as he forces me up until our eyes collide. He tilts his head to the side.
“How annoying that you’re just so fucking perfect.”
My cheeks heat, and I look down slightly until he forces me back up.
“You like that?” His voice is like toffee, and I need to know what he feels like inside of me. He releases my chin and leans back. “On my lap.” Bringing his glass up to his lips, he takes a long sip of whiskey, and I watch as his throat bobs when he swallows.
“Come on, baby girl,” Malyk whistles from behind me. “Or do you need some encouragement?”
I second-guess myself by purposely not listening, just to see what Malyk does, but bring my hands to Sparrow’s knees to help myself up. He looks up at me with heavy eyes, his cheeks slightly pink and his lips damp. God, he looks fucking sexy. His sharp cheekbones more prominent beneath the shadow of the light. He teases me, his brows lifting slightly as if asking what I’m waiting for. I know he’s not going to do it himself, so I straddle his legs and slowly lower myself down onto his body, bringing my hand to his bare chest.
His eyes almost cross from the proximity as he follows me down onto his lap. The texture of his jeans rubs against my clit, and I bite down on my lip to stop my exposing myself.
“What do you want, Shiloh?” he asks, keeping his hands to either side. He raises a brow. “Hmmm? What is it you want?”
I drag my eyes over the hard lines of his abs, down to where his belt is unlatched.
He chuckles. “Well go on then, darlin’. Give it your best shot.”
I flick his button off before working his zipper, lifting myself up to pull his jeans off. His cock falls on his stomach, and my mouth turns dry. Shit. He’s massive. I do the math in my head. Ten years. A ten-year age gap between him and me, and all this time, I’ve never felt that gap—until now. Seeing his cock. Veins ripple down the base, and my fingers twitch to feel him beneath the palm of my hand. Wrapping him around my fingers—they nowhere near touch—I lift him up, rolling saliva in my mouth, and spit down on his cock.