Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 55792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
I take a step closer before I lean in and run my nose along the soft, smooth flesh of her cheek. She smells of fucking salvation and lust. Brielle is a contradiction, beautiful, yet so utterly dangerous.
“You know something, little spy,” I whisper in her ear. “I think I’ll let Kai handle this.” Even though I know watching one of my best friends torture her perfect body will make sure I’m rock fucking solid, and my cock will ache for release, I’ll also enjoy hearing her beg.
When Kai steps up toward her, he tugs the knife from his belt holster and allows the tip of metal to kiss her cheek gently, before running it down toward her neck.
The movement is so slow, so meticulous, and the tremble that shakes through Brielle is rather beautiful. There is a threat behind his movement as he presses ever so slightly into the delicate flesh, but I can tell he’s restraining himself from his white knuckle grip on the handle.
When he reaches the neckline of her top, he allows the sharp edge to slice through the material, and it gives way easily. Once the cut is made, he holsters the knife and uses his hands to rip apart the delicate cloth, and underneath we’re gifted with her breasts cupped in black lace.
But we lose Kai to the task because his knife comes out once more, and he drops to his knees. This could be mistaken for a scene of lust and desire, but it’s filled with violence and anger.
“Please, Kai,” Brielle begs, and I’m not sure if she’s turned on or afraid, perhaps a bit of both. “Please, I promise you I’m telling the truth.” A mingling of emotions coursing through her like a tornado. A storm about to wreck the pretty princess. She’s a deceitful liar, a spy for her father.
Anger surges through me and I lift the leather crop in my hand and grip the handle so tight, I can feel the imprint of the pattern burrowing into the flesh.
When Brielle is left in nothing but her underwear, I smile when her gaze lands on mine. “Judah,” she whispers my name, a broken word on her tongue, filled with emotion. “Please.”
“You’ve lied to us before, when you didn’t tell us you knew Marco. That you were dating the prick,” I tell her, reminding her of her omission. “And the moment you received the email from your father, you also decided it was easier to hide it.”
“I wanted to tell you, but it was too late. You knew, and you didn’t want to listen. You were the one who took me outside.”
“Because I wanted him to see what his daughter had become,” I spit as I make my way toward her. Stopping inches from her trembling body, I allow the leather to lick against her skin. I don’t miss the way her breath catches when it slides along her nipple.
“And what exactly is that,” Brielle spits, anger taking over the fear, and I can’t deny, I’m hard as rock. My cock throbbing against my zipper as I look down at her.
“You’re ours,” I tell her, even though the idea doesn’t sit well with me. “And you wanted this, you chose to stay even when we told you the truth about our relationship.”
“And that’s why I’m still here. I’m not fighting you, Judah,” she spits angrily as she pins me with a glare. It’s cute that she thinks she can make me cower with her angry stare.
I lift the leather crop and bring it down onto her nipples earning me a gasp of surprise. While Kai rises to full height beside me, he leans in to run his nose along her neck, up to her cheek, and I watch as his teeth graze along her earlobe, sending more waves of shivers through her.
“But you still lied,” he whispers, loud enough for all of us to hear him.
Valen comes toward us, stopping behind me. I may feel the burn of her lies, but he befriended her when Kai and I held back. I didn’t trust her, while Val tried to argue that she was a good girl.
Val’s hand snakes up her stomach, between her breasts, and his fingers reach for her neck and they wrap around the column perfectly. There are no words between them, but the anger coming from both of them is palpable.
“You’re going to do something for us now,” he tells her. “To make up for all that you’ve hidden, all that you’ve tried to keep from us.”
“I’ll make this right,” Brielle chokes out and I tease the leather against her stomach, trailing it down between her spread thighs. Her heated gaze locks on mine, while Valen’s hand is still gripping her throat.
“You’re right,” Kai says as he rests the blade against her sternum. We’re all three overwhelming her. She’s distracted by the desire, by the fear, and by the need to fix what she broke.