Total pages in book: 266
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
A door opens, and Saint exits first as he pulls Ashtyn out of what looks like an en suite bathroom. It’s old because he’s missing the snake tattoos around his neck. She’s naked from the waist down. He brings her to a stop, spins her around, and he places his hand on her face, kissing her.
Her body melts into his as she moans into his mouth. He pulls away first and pushes her onto the bed. He flips her onto her stomach and yanks her ass up in the air. Haidyn comes into view, and I sit up straighter. My eyes shoot to the open bedroom door, but it’s still just me and Muffin.
Saint reaches his hand out, and Haidyn hands him a belt. Saint quickly ties her arms behind her back, and she wiggles her ass against his jeans. Saint laughs. “Oh, you’re getting fucked, sweetheart. Remember the rules…no coming for them.”
My heart picks up at his words. Surely, Haidyn isn’t going to fuck her in this room full of guys?
Saint gets off the bed and moves to either side of the footboard and ties her ankles to it. Her legs are wide open, and the guy recording the video walks over to look at her smooth pussy. She’s soaking wet. Digging her face into the bed, she whimpers. “Saint…?”
He undoes his jeans and pulls out his dick as he yanks her to the edge. Kashton hands him a bottle of lube, and Saint pours it all over her, letting it drip down her legs. He begins to fuck her ass.
My eyes shoot to Haidyn’s bedroom door, turning down the volume all the way even though I’ve got earbuds in as the video continues to play. I don’t want to watch Saint fuck her. It feels…wrong.
I stare out the bedroom door into the dark hallway, expecting…no hoping that Haidyn comes into his room. Because I want a reason to have to turn off the video. I don’t want to see what I already know is coming.
But like a train wreck that you can’t look away from, my eyes drop back down to my phone, and I see Saint pulling out of her ass. He leaves her lying there tied face down, and Haidyn steps up at the end of the bed.
My heart starts hammering in my chest as he undoes his jeans and pulls out his hard dick. I turn up the volume as he speaks, “You love having our cum leaking out of your ass, don’t you, baby girl?”
Baby girl?
“Haidyn…” She whimpers his name, rocking her hips back and forth, and the blood rushes in my ears.
“Don’t worry. We’re all going to fuck you like the whore you are, Ash,” he assures her, and the men in the room laugh.
He takes the head of his cock and runs it up over her pussy, smearing it with her wetness, lube, and Saint’s cum before he pushes it into her ass.
She cries out his name as he reaches forward, grabbing a hold of her dark hair and holds her face down into the bed as her back arches, and he starts to fuck her. His free hand on her bare ass, his fingers digging into her skin. Her moans fill my ears as she rocks back and forth against him.
“That’s it, baby girl…”
I shut off my phone and throw it across the room, unable to watch anymore. Tossing the covers off, I get to my feet and rip my earbuds out and hurl them as well before I begin to pace. I’m trying to catch my breath. It feels like someone just punched me in the stomach.
Why? He’s not mine. Not like he was hers.
He loved her, I remind myself. She was supposed to be his, and he gave her away to Saint.
Laura had said that she was sleeping with them, and Ashtyn said they never fucked her vaginally. Knowing it and seeing it are two very different things.
I’m sweating, my pulse racing. Why do I fucking care so much? I don’t want him. I knew going into this there was no future. But the way he fucked me when we got home…it fucked with my head.
And that video…I run my hands through my tangled hair.
I’ve got to get out of this house. It’s making me insane.
My skin is hot, and my head is pounding. I’m so fucking pissed. Why did they send me that? Do they think I’m getting too close? They want to push me away from him? They want me to know he’ll never belong to me. I’ll never be her. The one he let go.
FUCK!
I pick up a T-shirt on the floor and yank it on and storm out his bedroom. Coming into the living room, I can hear “Coming Undone” by Korn filtering down the hallway, and I know exactly where it’s coming from.