Total pages in book: 192
Estimated words: 189782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 949(@200wpm)___ 759(@250wpm)___ 633(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 189782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 949(@200wpm)___ 759(@250wpm)___ 633(@300wpm)
“Have you…?” I snatch my glass of wine and finish it off. “Have you ever shared a woman with another man?”
“No.” He stares at me, eyes thinning to slits. “What do you want that you’re not getting?”
“I already told you.”
“What do you want in bed?” He rises, circles the table, and bends into my space. “Two dicks in one hole?” Twisting my chair to face him, he lowers his mouth to my cheek. “Three dicks in two holes?” He grazes those sinful lips across my other cheek. “All three holes stuffed at the same time?”
Tingling flames sweep up my neck and across my face.
Admitting my desires out loud feels like a betrayal to Leo and Kody.
I bite my tongue and avert my gaze.
“Say it.” His tone hardens as he sets that cruel mouth against mine, barely touching, straight-up tormenting.
I shake my head.
“Fucking say it, Frankie.” He cuffs my throat with a huge hand, the pressure gentle, sexual, and demanding.
“Monty…” My pulse accelerates, raising my body temperature. “Please.”
“Use your words.” He drags his teeth along my jawline, his breath hot and jagged and so damn hungry.
“Let me go.” My legs part of their own volition as heat gathers between them.
This is wrong. It’s so fucking wrong. We need to stop.
“Tell me your desires.” With his grip on my throat, he brushes the knuckles of his free hand against my pebbled nipple, making me whimper. “Tell me what you crave, and I’ll stop.”
I want him to keep going. I want his tongue in my mouth and his gorgeous, hard cock between my legs.
But I’m with Leo and Kody.
So I give him the truth. “I crave us. You and them and me. I don’t care about holes or positions or crossing swords. I just want the connection, the four of us bonded together in the most intimate way possible.”
“Inside you.”
“Yes.”
“At the same time.”
“Yes.”
“Thank you.” He abruptly releases me and returns to his seat, his features blank. “It would never work.”
“Bullshit.” A flustered exhale flutters past my lips. “You’ve had foursomes, fivesomes, and too-many-to-count-somes. Don’t tell me it doesn’t work.”
“I know the sex works. I’m talking about the jealousy, the egos. You don’t want a night of experimentation. You want a relationship with three possessive men. It would tear us all apart.” He takes a breath. “I don’t share. I’m selfish, and I won’t apologize for it. I want you all to myself. That’s my fantasy.”
His words sting like a hard slap across the face. I know it’s a pipe dream, but hearing his outright refusal makes it hurt that much more.
“Like I said. I want the impossible.” I fiddle with the napkin. “I hate that loving them means hurting you and vice versa.”
“You still love me.” His expression softens, revealing the vulnerability he tries so hard to hide.
I don’t respond, but that in itself is an answer.
“I wish there were an easy solution,” he says.
“From where I’m sitting, there’s no solution. I will never choose one of you over the others.”
“Have you discussed this with them?”
“No.”
“If you do…” He exhales sharply through his nose. “Let me know how that goes.”
We continue our meal in silence, the food a blur of flavors and textures.
Whenever I glance up, I find him watching me with a look of awe, as if he’s seeing me for the first time every time. That look reminds me of what we had and what we could still have.
If I chose him over Leo and Kody.
That will never happen.
I’ll oppose it with every fiber of my being until my very last breath.
As the server clears away the plates and Monty pays the check, I play back our strange dinner conversation.
“Your plan to isolate me from Leo and Kody,” I say, “is that still in the works?”
“No. It’s making you miserable, and that’s the last thing I want. I’ll find another way to win you back.”
There’s only one way for us to be together, and he won’t consider it.
But I believe he truly wants me to be happy. He never stopped loving me, even after watching me have sex with Leo and Kody.
The more time I spend with him, the more he jeopardizes the effort I’ve put into scraping him out of my heart and erasing him from my mind.
Monty Novak was a billionaire playboy with a lot of secrets and even more pride.
Montgomery Strakh is a tortured soul in love, who admits his faults and fights for what he believes in.
He believes in me.
“Thank you for dinner.” I shift my hand, grazing my fingers against his. “You’re not a monster.”
“Invite me back into your bed.”
“Monty.”
“Do it. Let me fuck you.” In a blink, he captures my wrist and squeezes. “I’ll render you powerless.”
A throb hits my bloodstream, sending a frustrating rush of heat between my legs. I want to be held down and dominated by him again. I want his bruising kisses stuck in my teeth and his hand necklaces choking my air while he stretches my ass.