Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
When I reach the end of the hallway, I look back over my shoulder and note just how dark it is. There are small fake burners fixed to the walls. They mimic flames, but I can tell they’re bulbs, shimmering with a soft orange hue. They offer little light, which makes the hallway rather spooky as I move in the shadows.
Everything about this corridor feels old world. Gothic. It makes me think about the old horror movies I used to binge watch with Papa when I was still in junior school. Only now I’m in my own real life, scary story, and I can’t stop my stomach from churning with worry. This isn’t the best idea, to be wandering around alone, but I was bored and needed to get out of my room.
The cool air that sends a shiver down my spine makes me turn to see if someone is following behind me, but I’m alone. I breathe deeply, hoping to calm my nerves. But it doesn’t help much. I’m going to end up finding something I don’t want to, I’m almost certain. There are always secrets kept hidden in places like this.
Between each doorway, there are paintings that intrigue me. Most of them are scene scapes, but there are a few with depictions of epic battles. I’m about to go back to my room when I hear a sound from behind one of the doors. My need to know more about the men I live with overtakes me and I reach for the door handle.
I twist it gently, praying I don’t capture the attention of whoever is inside. The door nudges open, and the sounds become louder. It’s obvious what’s going on inside from the moans, and I really should turn back, but I can’t stop my curious nature. I inhale a deep breath before I push the door open further, and I’m thankful it doesn’t creak, because I don’t want to be caught spying on whoever’s inside.
The moment I’m able to peek around the door and into the room, my breath hitches in my throat. On the enormous bed are Malachi and Valen, with a woman. Their limbs are all entwined, naked, their bodies writhing in pleasure. But what has my attention is the fact that Kai and Valen are kissing each other. Their mouths fused as their tongues dual. The woman in question is being fucked ruthlessly by Valen while she has Kai’s erection in her mouth.
The scene before me is erotic and beautiful, and I’m lost to the ache between my thighs when a hand is slammed over my mouth. Surprise causes me to scream, but the sound is muffled and the three naked bodies continue their pleasurable ride still unaware of my presence.
Warm breath fans over my ear. “Are you enjoying the show, little spy?” Judah’s voice, a deep and dangerously seductive rumble, vibrates through me.
I want to run, to hide, but he’s got a tight hold on me. His free hand trails over my shoulder, and gently, he brushes over one of my nipples that peaks, hardening from just the slightest touch.
With the precision of a surgeon, his hand moves lower until he reaches the apex of my thighs. Ever so fucking gently, he presses against my mound, causing pleasure to zip through me like an electric current. The need that courses through me makes my body shudder, both in shock and desire.
He doesn’t allow his fingers to tease me, he only applies pressure with the heel of his hand, and my hips move of their own accord. A chuckle vibrates through his chest and into my back, causing embarrassment to warm my cheeks.
I can’t believe he caught me snooping, and I can’t believe Judah caught me, of all people. The bastard is looking at me with far too much satisfaction. He doesn’t trust me, and now this has made it even worse. I’ve no doubt he’ll tell the other two about what he found me doing. And they’ll all know I’ve been sneaking around their home.
“Do you like to watch, princess?” he questions, his voice turning husky, as we both take in the scene before us.
I’ve watched porn before, I’m no prude, but seeing this in real life is something else. Judah doesn’t let up on his taunting, the moans are getting louder, and the gruff orders from both men inside the room send me reeling as I imagine myself in her position with both men’s attention on me.
I try to respond from behind Judah’s hand that’s still clasped over my mouth, but he doesn’t let me speak. Instead, as my knees buckle, he drags me away from the scene and down the hall, holding me close to him. Once we’re far enough away, he spins me round, and removing his hand from my mouth, he grips my throat and slams me against the wall.