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)
“You …” Nathan growls behind me as he steps up. It’s two against one now. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”
“You lured him here to kill him, no?” I raise a brow. “Job done.”
Nathan drives his knife into the wall beside my head, startling me.
“We needed his money!”
“Money?” I frown, snorting. “Why? Aren’t you rich?”
His eyes narrow, but he doesn’t respond, which tells me everything I need to know.
“Was. Was rich,” Milo says from the back.
Jesus. And here I was thinking these boys were wealthy as fuck. Must be some fall from grace.
Nathan throws him a damning glance before continuing. “It’s none of your concern. You stole what I needed. Twice. And you’re going to pay for it.”
I snort. “What do you want me to do? I can’t bring him back to life.”
“Maybe you guys should’ve told her you wanted to keep him alive?” Milo muses.
“Shut up,” Nathan and I say in unison.
Kai steps aside to allow him access, but he’s still got his hand around my throat.
Nathan tilts his head, a devious smirk slowly forming on his face. “I know how you can repay us.” He pulls the knife from the wall and brings it to my chest, toying with my nipples right through the fabric of my top as he leans in to whisper into my ear, “You’re going to fucking offer up your own hard-earned money.”
He fishes in my pocket, filtering out all of my belongings, finding only mere change.
“Where do you keep it, Lana?”
“You’re out of luck, bud. I don’t have what you’re looking for,” I say. “My father has a tight leash on the money. And I’ve already spent most of mine this month.”
His nostrils flare, rage overflowing behind his eyes.
“Then you’ll offer up your beautiful fucking body.”
My eyes widen. “What?”
“Or I could show your family all the proof from your killer side business,” he says.
Vindictive son of a bitch.
“Oh, you dirty bastard,” Milo muses. “You just want her for yourself.”
“Fuck off. You already had your turn,” Nathan grits at him, but his eyes are still homed in on mine. “If I can’t have the money, I’ll take the fucking pussy instead.”
“No,” Kai interjects, his fingers still clasped around my throat like he doesn’t want to let go. “I’m going to teach her a lesson first about interfering with our work. And then you can have your way with her.”
Suddenly, he pulls me away from the wall and drags me to the shoddy wooden chair in the middle of the room. The one that fucker called Harvey was sitting on moments before I killed him. Blood stains the wood.
“Sit. On your knees.”
I frown but still do what he says, perching my knees on top of the seat.
He walks to the front and drags the chair around until I’m facing the dead body on the floor, and my ass points at the dirty couch in the back of what used to be a living room.
Kai’s hand softly caresses my ass, setting my senses on fire as it slides farther down. “You belong to me, and you will learn to fucking take it like a good girl.”
RIP!
He cuts through the fabric of my jeans and panties in one go.
“Now bring your fucking fingers to the back.”
“What?”
He moves away, and when I glance at him over my shoulder, he’s sat on the couch, legs spread, hard bulge clearly showing, an ominous grin beneath that mask so obvious it makes my pussy clench.
“Touch yourself.”
Nathan smirks as he watches my eyes fill with rage, and he folds his arms, waiting to see what I’ll do.
So I bring my fingers underneath my body and start to play with myself, glaring at the soulless eyes behind that nefarious mask as I circle my clit.
“You’re already wet, aren’t you?” Kai muses from behind me.
My teeth grind together as I try to ignore the obvious, but it’s hard when my fingers so easily slide up and down my slit.
Nathan’s bulge grows, and he adjusts it before saying, “Guess I’ll enjoy the show then.”
He pushes himself off the wall and walks to the back, and I can hear him flop down onto the couch as well.
“Oh fuck …” Milo groans as I hear him shuffle around.
“No. You go sit below her ass,” Nathan growls. “You haven’t earned a front-row seat.”
Milo perches behind me, and I can hear him breathing heavily as I circle my slit.
If I can’t fucking escape this deal I made, I’ll fucking give them the show of their lives.
“God, yes,” Milo moans beneath me, and even though I hate it, his beggary ways turn me on a little as I swirl around my slit.
“That’s it, kitty. Make it nice and wet,” Kai muses.
Suddenly, I hear a clicking noise, and I stop and glance over my shoulder. Nathan’s holding up his phone.