Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Nick locked himself in place.
His fists shook by his thighs.
Trapped by two men, one manhandling me and the other devouring me with his eyes ought to make me feel imprisoned, vulnerable, and completely at their mercy, but somehow, the softest, sweetest, most addictive power coiled through me.
Both men wanted me.
Me.
A girl who lived and breathed in boredom suddenly had two very handsome, two very sexual men asking me to choose.
Other people milled around, but no one paid us attention. Some strolled hand in hand in various stages of undress. Others snuck off to the big top with knowing grins on their faces. The faint threads of the carousel melody lapped around our feet, all while the stars shone down and the night stretched outward full of dirty, dangerous possibilities.
Clearing his throat, Nick stumbled over a sentence almost too low to hear. “If it’s true that you came here to get fucked, Ella, then...” He shook his head, his thick bronze hair falling over one eye. “Let me be the one to fuck you.”
His words were arrows, landing with their sharp, lethal points directly in my chest.
Hunter chuckled behind me, running his tongue up my throat. “Not until I’ve had her first.”
“Isn’t that her decision?” Nick hissed.
“It is. But I’m pretty sure I know the answer.” Hunter nipped my ear. “Am I right, little witch?” His hips rocked into my ass, sending another flush of wanton, wicked need through me. “Say the word, and you’ll be in paradise the moment we step into the big top.”
I shuddered as his hand boldly crept around my stomach and dipped, lower and lower. I squirmed for him to stop, but he just kept going, cupping my pussy beneath my dress, blatantly laying claim to me right in front of Nick.
The heat of his captivity.
The pressure of his fingers.
I waited to be horrified.
I waited for all the feelings society said I should feel, already regretting saying goodbye to the naughty power I thrummed with.
But just as Hunter’s kiss had cut the cord between good girl and bad, I endured another unravelling. No shame. No blame. No embarrassment or confusion.
Just truth.
And courage.
And...I opened my legs a little wider, stepping fully into the creature that’d always stalked beneath my skin. Something with claws and teeth. Something that wanted to get bit because she wanted to bite back just as hard.
I moaned as Hunter pressed my soaking underwear into my pussy, the friction of fabric sending me sky high. Shaky and feeling slightly drunk, I rested my head on Hunter’s shoulder.
He groaned as he gathered up every submission I gave. “That’s all the permission I need. Let’s go. I’m not wasting another moment talking when I could be inside you.”
Unwrapping his arms from around me, he grabbed my hand and dragged me toward the big top.
Nick let out a tortured noise.
I hoarded it. I loved it.
His painful desire was payment for every rebuke, every curt reply, and every stony look he’d ever given me.
Now he knew what it felt like to want something but be so cruelly denied.
Now he knew what hope felt like, begging the one person you wanted above all others to stop being a dick and choose niceties instead.
My eyes never left his as I tripped after Hunter, my legs jelly and heart wild.
Nick’s mouth twisted as if he suffocated on things he wanted to say.
The big top loomed.
The soft breeze of perfumed air surrounded me.
And then, Nick broke into a jog, chasing after us, cutting in front of us with a savage snarl. “Have us both.” He wiped his mouth as if he couldn’t believe he’d said such a thing, but his eyes glowed with hazel fire as he nodded with determination. “Fuck us both. I-I’ll share you...with him...if that’s what you want. If that gets me an inch of being inside you, then...I’ll do it.”
“Shit, man, you’ve got it bad.” Hunter laughed as if this whole thing amused him. He showed no offence at being asked to share. No aversion at having a threesome with another male. His smooth acceptance of sex and all its facets made me want to be him when I grew up.
I didn’t want to hide from me anymore, and...I’d had plenty of fantasies where I’d been used by two men at a time. Sometimes more. Fantasies of being a sacrifice where men lined up, all hard and waiting for their turn. I didn’t know why that was one of my ultimate, never-to-be-confessed daydreams, but I used it a lot.
Was it the power I felt having a lineup of gorgeous men, all desperate to have me, all jerking off while they waited for me to give them permission to service me? Perhaps it was the submissive inside me wanting to be at the mercy of a horde of horny, frantic men?