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)
“Don’t even try, Lana,” he says, eyes darkening. “Not after what you just did to our house. Our men.”
“To me,” Milo adds.
“Wasn’t thinking about it,” I retort. “Not until I have what I came for.”
“Just give her what she wants,” the guy in the back mumbles, annoyed.
Nathan smirks. “A kiss from all of us …” He leans forward in his chair and tucks a middle finger underneath my dress, brushing my thighs as he pulls me closer until I almost fall into him. “Do you know how many girls would beg for that chance?”
“I doubt it,” I spit back, glancing at his index finger, which is merely a stump. “Is that your good hand or your bad one? Poor girls.”
“Oh boy,” Milo mutters. “Now she’s gone and done it.”
Nathan’s face tightens, and his jaw tenses.
“Fingers are a poor man’s choice,” he says through gritted teeth as his fingers inch farther up my thighs, setting my senses ablaze. “There are infinite toys to rise beyond what even flesh can’t offer. Everything you could ever dream of, I have at my disposal. The way I please would have you screaming and begging for God to make the rolling orgasms stop.”
He pauses. “Kneel.”
“What?” I frown.
“You heard me.” He leans in and comes eye to eye with me, darkness spreading in his grim smile. “Kneel.” His gravelly and low voice brings goose bumps to my skin.
“Nathan … really?” the guy on the couch says, shifting in his seat. “Do we have to do this?”
“Yes, really. Now.”
Suddenly, he grips my shoulders, and my knees are forced to cave beneath the weight of his hands.
His middle finger pushes my chin up to meet his gaze. “Now … you want to know if I kissed you?”
“Yes,” I reply.
He leans in with a seductive look on his face. “You’ll get your kiss …” he murmurs. My eyes close, lips puckered, waiting until I finally know if it was him. “After you’ve begged.”
“What?” I lean back, incensed.
But he’s already stood up and marched to a boudoir in the back of the room.
Nathan returns carrying what looks like a saddle, along with a kind of rose-shaped item.
What the …
“What is that?” I ask.
He pushes the rose into the saddle and goes to his knees before me, his hand sliding underneath my dress. “A rich man’s choice of ecstasy.”
RIP!
I gasp as he rips my panties away and pushes me down onto the device. He leans in to whisper, “You won’t need those anyway. Unless you prefer them completely soaked through.”
The smirk when he sees my reaction makes me want to punch him. But these ties still keep me from trying, and he knows.
Fuck.
He pulls a remote control from his pocket, and my eyes follow as his middle finger hovers over a certain button.
The guy on the couch whose name I still don’t know sighs out loud.
Nathan turns his head. “You’ve got a problem now?”
They exchange daring looks, but then the guy simply waves his hand. “Fine, go ahead.”
“Good choice,” Nathan says. “You’re gonna love this.”
And then the saddle suddenly begins to buzz underneath me.
Good God, it’s not just buzzing. The rose inside the hole … it’s sucking at my clit.
My jaw drops as my whole body vibrates with the devices going crazy on me. Nathan tilts his head, looking at me with acute interest as I’m trying my best not to be affected, but fuck me, is it hard.
I slam my lips shut, determined to keep all the sounds inside. Not a single moan will slip out of me. No fucking way am I going to give them that satisfaction.
Nathan stands, towering over me with that devilish grin, and runs his fingers through his blond hair before he brings his hand to his zipper and pulls it down.
My eyes widen as he pulls out a half-hard seven inches—but so goddamn girthy—cock.
“What? That wasn’t part of our—”
“You’re not in the position to make bargains, slut,” he growls back. “You came into our lair demanding our lips … but you’ll get some cum on your face first.”
“What?” I gasp.
He pushes the button, kicking the vibration underneath me up a notch. I can’t even say a goddamn word without a mewl spilling out. But all my eyes can do is home in on the guy in the back, clutching the couch with both hands, fingers digging into the fabric as Nathan steps closer and begins to rub himself right in front of me.
And fuck me, my eyes are almost drawn to the size of it, along with all the piercings hooked in his shaft. At least three, maybe more. I recognize the Prince Albert, but I’ve never seen the rest.
But this jewelry … could he be the guy who came into my room? Who danced with me at that party and made me lick him?