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)
Either way...my mind exploded with images of sharing sex with Nick and Hunter.
My core clenched, teasing me with an unsatisfied orgasm. An orgasm that set my teeth on edge and blood pounding.
“Please, Ella. If this is the only night you’re open to being with me. Just like it’s the only night I’m open to being with you, then...” Nicholas stepped toward me, and for the first time in eight months, he willingly touched me. I moaned as his fingers slipped into my hair, fisting into a slightly painful, downright erotic handful. “Let me fuck you.” He lowered his head from his tall height. His cinnamon breath caressed my lips as he held himself ever so close. “Let me show you just how hard you make me. How hard you’ve always made me. Let me inside your pretty little cunt so I can finally, finally breathe again.”
All my inhibitions flew away.
I ached for him to kiss me.
But he pulled away and shot a look at Hunter. “Do you agree to share?”
Hunter’s rich, deep voice rumbled in his chest. “It’s her choice. Her night. She knows what I intend to do to her. She knows she’s going to be at my mercy the moment I wrap that first rope around her. If she wants to surrender to you too, then fine.” He shrugged. “I’ll share. You can fuck her, watch me fuck her, we can do it together or take turns. I just don’t cross swords.”
Nick gritted his teeth. “Same for me. All the attention is on her. I’ll accept that you’re in the room, but that’s it.”
“But what if I want you to kiss each other?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
Hunter chuckled and locked his fingers tighter around my wrist. “I think you’re forgetting that you’re not in charge tonight. I am. He is. You wanted to be controlled, remember? You want to give me your very air. You want me to claim your every last piece so you don’t have to think or worry or overanalyse every little thing. Your only job is to lie there and take what we give you.”
“Goddammit.” Nick groaned. “She really signed up to be dominated?”
“Hell, yes, she did.” Hunter grinned.
“Jesus Christ. How am I supposed to live with her now?”
“Fuck her every night?” Hunter chuckled.
“I’d break her if I—”
“I’m right here, you know.” I glared at both of them.
Nick’s lips twitched as he locked gazes with me and, in a rare confession, said, “I don’t think you realise that every night since I moved in, when I go to my room and you to yours, how close I am to breaking down your door, pinning you down, planting a hand over your mouth so you can’t tell me no, then pile-driving you into your mattress.”
I swayed.
Holy hell, he’s a dirty talker too.
I wouldn’t be able to survive.
Tonight, I wasn’t just in over my head; I was done for.
Well and truly murdered by lust, resurrected by need, and set on fire by sin.
“You know what?” Hunter looked Nick up and down. “I think tonight just got a lot more interesting.”
I shivered as his gaze narrowed on mine. “What do you say, Ella Fitzgerald? A night of being used, not just by one male but two? A night that will ruin every other night. A night that will always remain our little secret. Our little trio of absolute debauchery.”
My throat closed up. My blood thickened.
I tried to reply but couldn’t.
Hunter released me ever so slowly, making me sway again as both men watched me.
“I need you to say the words. There are legalities, you understand.” Pointing at himself and then at Nick, Hunter smiled with every depraved and dangerous invitation he could muster. “Repeat after me. Do you, Ella Fitzgerald, agree to let me, Hunter Dixon, and this Nick fellow bind you, whip you, dominate you, feast on you, and most likely fuck you until dawn?”
Jesus.
My knees became custard.
My entire body melted into gooey dessert. Dessert for them to devour.
“Please, Ella...” Nick murmured. “Just for tonight. Please be mine...ours.”
They didn’t need an answer.
I’d given it the moment Nick found me here.
But it sent a delicious, sharp thrill through me to lick my lips, smile at both men, and murmur, “I, Ella Fitzgerald, agree to let you, Hunter Dixon, and you, Nicholas Davis, to bind me, whip me, dominate me, feast on me, and fuck me until dawn.”
“Thank Christ for that.” Grabbing my wrist, Nick didn’t wait for Hunter to follow, he jerked me into the big top, swiped aside the heavy curtain, and the thick purple and grey walls swallowed us whole.
Chapter Five
“THIS WAY,” HUNTER SAID, CUTTING IN FRONT of us as I blinked at the rows upon rows of carnival games lining a long corridor. Grey carpet covered the grass beneath my feet and the chimes and bells of the arcade games flashed with garish appeal.