Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 70525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
The guys all murmur their agreement, their eyes flashing fiercely.
“Thank you,” I say, but they aren’t done.
Arsen steps forward. “He’s right, Caroline. Brining you here, watching over you, may have started out as a job, but it’s so much more than that now. We aren’t just doing our jobs anymore. And I think I can speak for everyone when I say this.”
Ares nods.
“It’s true. This isn’t a job. We’d watch out for you no matter what now, baby. Because you’ve come to mean something special to all of us.”
Hearing them say this makes me feel a warm rush in my chest. I mean, I suspected they cared about me to some degree. That they weren’t just doing their jobs.
We’ve shared so much at this point.
“Show me,” I say, lifting my head high. “Show me what I mean to you.”
Justin looks at me with hungry eyes, like he’s ready to ravage me, but his words shock the hell out of me because they’re in such contrast to the look he’s giving me.
“We can show you, Caroline. You know that. And we will. But I want to tell you too.”
Tell me? What does he mean? Tell me what?
“I love you, Caroline.”
Oh. Wow. He wants to tell me that.
I stare in shock for a moment. But then the rest of the men speak up, voicing the same. They all profess their love for me, telling me how it did just start as part of a job. But that being with me changed everything, almost from the minute they saw me.
One after another, Apollo, Ares, Samuel, Kaden, Arsen and Marshall tell me just what Justin did—that they’re in love with me. It’s surreal and perfect all at once.
Finally, I find my voice.
“I love you, too. All of you.”
I look around the room, meeting the eyes of each of my lovers.
“Every single one of you mean something special to me, and I love you each for that. I want to show you.”
“Show us how?” Kaden asks, an expression of pure ravenous lust on his face.
Then, I feel the mattress shifting under someone’s weight, and I look up to see Ares coming toward me. “Yes, show us how?”
“I want all of you to fuck me. This time all together again.”
“That’s all that I needed to hear,” Arsen whispers, and then his hands are on me, running up my side.
A shiver races through my body as I feel his fingertips brushing over my neck, and then down to the skin between my tits. Running his hand across my collarbone, he slides the thin straps of my dress off my shoulders.
Then Marshall is behind me, his big hands working at my zipper until it’s undone and my back is completely exposed.
Arsen’s hands are still running all over my neck and shoulders, relaxing me, and Marshall’s are tracing light circles at the base of my spine, his fingers teasing lower and lower.
Then I hear the sound of tearing fabric. I half giggle, have moan at Marshall. He would go and get impatient and just rip my dress right off my body.
Apollo steps up and pushes my ruined dress the rest of the way down my body, and removes it, tossing it aside like the scrap it now is.
My whole body coils in anticipation as the seven men feast on my body with their eyes. I suddenly feel exposed, wearing nothing but a lace thong.
This is what I’ve been needing.
What I crave.
I tremble as Ares comes closer. I feel his lips against my neck, and then another one between my breasts—Justin.
Sighing rapturously, I surrender to the darkness within them, the newly discovered darkness in me, and their mouths devour my naked skin, working their way lower and lower.
I feel them moving down my stomach at the same time, their lips gently kissing every inch of my body until they meet the hem of my thong.
Then Kaden swoops in and grabs my thong, hooking his finger in it and yanking until it simply shreds into scraps, falling away and exposing my wet, glistening pussy.
The next thing I know, all seven of them are there, spreading me out on the bed, and there’s nothing I can do but submit.
“We can do anything to you, Caroline.”
“Anything at all…”
“You’re at our mercy.”
I bite my lower lip, and just the words they say have a growing wetness gushing out of my pussy and coating my inner thighs.
Yes, they can do anything to me… And I want them to.
My heart beats quickly in anticipation.
All my life, I’ve had no control.
My father has always had expectations of me. But now? I don’t have to be controlled anymore.
I’m free to make my own decisions.
But with these men, I don’t have to be in control; I can let go of it and let them do whatever they want to me.