Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
I turn to them all, frustration brewing in me. “My entire life, I’ve been the chubby sweet girl. The unseen girl. Girls like me, invisible girls who are never wanted, who don’t appeal to guys who look like you. see everything.” Anger rolls off my body in waves. “I know I’m not the hot girl who walks in the room and draws attention. I’m not what the world sees as desirable, but I’m not an idiot, so don’t treat me like one.”
An animalistic growl takes over the room. Strong arms wrap around me and I’m lifted as if I weigh nothing.
The harsh lights of the bathroom flash on. I gaze at myself in the large mirror. Lorne’s chin is resting on my head. He doesn’t appear sinister right now. He looks thoughtful and sweet. Two words I doubt anyone would use to describe him.
“Look in the mirror.”
My reflection greets me.
“Mirror, mirror on the wall, Noelle Snow is the fairest of them all.” His finger glides on my cheek. “This is the face that could launch a thousand ships. You’re the kind of beauty men wage wars for. The kind of perfection that can destroy empires.” I jerk as his hands fist my breasts. “From the moment I saw you, all I’ve been able to think about is sliding my cock between these big, sexy tits and coming on your pretty face.”
Romantic and depraved. Those are the two words I would use to describe Lorne Miller. He’s talking about my face, but as I stare in the mirror, I focus on my thick thighs and stomach rolls.
“And this,” he says as his hands grip my stomach, “I’m going to hold on to as I pound your sweet cunt into oblivion. Every inch of you is sexy. Every part makes my cock hard as steel. You’re perfect, Snow. You’re the only girl all three of us have ever craved. The one made for us. We aren’t perfect, but we’re perfect for you.”
“I don’t want you to hurt me,” I whisper, admitting the truth. “I’m used to people using me.”
“We’ll always protect your heart, but we will hurt your body.” His hand moves off my breasts and he slams my head against the mirror as he kicks my legs apart. He shoves his dick in my pussy with one hard thrust. “It’s who we are, Snow. It’s the only way we know how to love; through pain, blood, and violence.”
He yanks my head back by my hair and grabs my throat, his fingers pushing down aggressively on the sides. His lips move to the shell of my ear, grazing my earlobes. “You want to see who we are, Snow? You want to dive into the darkest depths of hell?”
“Yes,” I pant.
“I’m warning you, pretty Snow. Once we show you our truth, you’ll become our prisoner. We’ll never let you go.”
My mind screams at me to run, to get out while I can. But my body melts under his forceful touch. “I need to know the truth.”
Lorne pulls me from the bathroom by my throat. I open my mouth to grasp air, but all I do is wheeze. His grip is so tight that panic rises within me. He throws me on the bed.
Chapter 18
Lorne
“I wasn’t planning on throwing you in the deep end, but some people can’t dip their toes before diving.”
Her breaths are shallow as her chest rises and falls beneath me. She digs her nails into my biceps as she tries to anchor herself. I wonder if that’s how we appear to her, an ocean she’s desperate not to drown in, so she has no option but to tread water.
Her eyes search mine as her body trembles, from fear or excitement, I’m not sure. “What are you going to do to me?”
“I’m going to force you to watch.”
I jump on the bed and grab the brown noose hanging from the ceiling. “This is me, Snow. Showing you something that only two other people know. Two people who would take a bullet for me. I’m trusting you, Snow, because you matter.”
Without saying a word, Cas is behind me, one arm wrapped around my waist and a bottle of lube in his hand. “Join in anytime, Sunshine.”
He grips my cock, spreading my pre-cum on the head of my dick with his thumb. “Make yourself useful, Declan. Get on your knees and open your mouth.”
Declan grips the rosary in his hand, the attached cross falling into view. He crawls onto the bed, one knee then the other until he’s facing my cock. He moves his hand and replaces Cas and does something that makes my dick twitch. With the rosary in his hand, he wraps it around my shaft and slides it up from the tip of my cock to the base. There’s a perverse pleasure from having him use something he finds so divine in an act he views as sinful.