Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 126522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Then just like that, he walks away, leaving me staring after him, still completely horrified and confused by everything that just went down.
I could have sworn that Roman said something about Marcus getting payback for what I did to his hand, but that version of Marcus didn’t even seem to remember.
15
As 3 am rolls around and the guests are starting to tire, I begin doing a quick clean of the bar out of habit, though something tells me that all the early hour has done is weed out the weak and left us with the ones who plan on staying for the long haul.
I pack away all the fruity bitch drinks and leave out the heavy shit as I listen in on a murmured conversation to my right. Marcus sits at the bar, a bottle of scotch in his hand as a naked girl lies on the bar in front of him. A line of coke rests right between her tits and just as he’s about to take the hit, one of the wolves rushes through the bodies and sits its big ass right beside Marcus. The wolf nudges him with his nose and I watch in fascination as Marcus immediately stops what he’s doing and offers the line to the chick who’s been hanging off him for the past two hours.
How fucking peculiar. Do the brothers have the wolves trained to sense when one of them is going too far, or did Roman or Levi just send it over to tell Marcus to cut the shit? Either way, I’m impressed, not only that the wolf is so well trained, but because Marcus respected it and stopped.
The girl snorts the white powder off the chick’s tits and as they meet each other’s eyes and start laughing, I know exactly where this is going. The naked chick grabs the girl’s head and they immediately start hooking up on top of my bar. Marcus leans back, watching as one girl does down on the other.
He meets my stare and raises his brow. “You want in?” he questions, his eyes lazily drifting over my body. “I bet a good girl like you has never run your tongue over a sweet cunt or felt another woman coming on your fingers. You wanna try? I bet you’d love it. After that first hit, you’ll be a little whore for it. Do you know how good it feels to have a tight cunt convulsing around your fingers, only to pull them out and have them drenched with that sweet cum?”
I lean forward onto the bar, hovering over the girl and indicating for Marcus to come just a little closer. My tongue rolls over my bottom lip and he watches intently. “The only way you’re going to watch me fucking another girl with my mouth, is if I already have that big cock of yours deep in my ass.”
A low groan rumbles through his chest as desire spreads over his features, but before he can comment, I pull back. “Shame you have me here working like a fucking dog. As long as you see me as property, you’ll never have me again.”
With that, I turn my back and focus on the bar. Though, all that does is spin me to face Roman who sits across the room, watching me with that same girl possessively glued to his side while Levi sits a little further back, banging on his drums again.
All three of them have been drinking tonight, but Roman and Levi have been taking it slowly. Marcus is pretty buzzed, but the other two could probably still shoot me directly between the eyes from all the way across the room.
As I clean up the bar, I become mesmerized by Levi as he plays. This time, there are no girls blocking my view, just Levi looking more vulnerable than I’ve ever seen him. His eyes are on me, but mine are on his body, watching the way his muscles flex and roll with each hit of the drum, watching how his knee bounces as his foot slams down on the bass.
As he plays, the tension seems to leave his body, and pure bliss washes over his face. His warm skin is coated in the softest layer of sweat, and I quickly realize that this is his peace. Playing the drums is what eases the darkness that clouds him, just as Marcus abuses drugs and alcohol to clear his mind. Roman though, I have no fucking idea what his vices are yet, but something tells me that I won’t find out easily.
I can’t take my eyes off Levi. I’ve always been hot for drummers, but watching this broken man do his own thing, so completely clueless to the party around him, it’s hypnotic. I’d give anything to go and climb onto his lap and feel my body moving against his as he beats the drums, his knees bouncing under me and feeling the vibration right between my legs.