Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 121008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Chapter Thirty-Three
Meg
I buck beneath my husband. His weight efficiently holds me as he sits on my midsection and calmly looks to his brother.
“Get me some rope,” he says as though asking someone to pass the salt.
Cian walks off to do his bidding.
“Bastard,” I grunt as I try to force Beck off. His position is perfect. I can’t quite get my hands on him, though I keep trying. “Get the fuck off me.”
Beck looks entirely too pleased for my comfort. “Language, my love. Have you noticed, Ci, that our sweet wife has quite the mouth on her?”
Cian smiles broadly as he returns with a scarf I bought in the marketplace. “I did, indeed, notice the mouth on her. I’ve found when she gets that dirty mouth of hers going, it’s best to shove something in it.”
“Fuck you, too,” I say. Cian is supposed to side with me, damn it. He’s supposed to understand. He spent weeks listening to me and getting to know me. He understood how I feel about Beck. It took roughly three minutes for Cian to flip on me and take his brother’s side. I should have known. I try kicking out. I don’t care who I hit at this point.
“I suspect there will be a lot of fucking,” Cian promises. “This will chafe less than the rope.”
I look up at the faces staring down at me. They’re twins, but I can tell them apart. Besides the slight differences living brought to their faces, I can tell by their expressions. Cian looks down with a sweetly lascivious grin. He’s anticipating the sex he thinks is coming. His hand rubs against the swell in his pants. Beck is an entirely different animal. He looks hungry. He easily catches my hands when I try to hit him.
“No, Megan.” He neatly wraps the scarf around my wrists. “You will behave or I’ll have you across my lap. I won’t be nice about it, either. You’ve pushed me too far, love. It’s time we put this relationship of ours on a proper footing.”
“It’s time you let me up, asshole.” I’m not listening to him, and I’m not taking this from either of them.
Except part of me wants to.
I hate the fact that even while I know this will go badly, my pussy is starting to ache. I’m not sure why Beck seems to be willing to give me what I want. He’ll hate me afterward for this, but there’s no question I want the change in Beck to be real. “I told you, I won’t try to leave again. Let me go. I’ll stay in the room in the barn. You two can fuck each other for all I care.”
Beck hoists my up by my bound hands. True to his word, I’m pulled over his lap. I kick, but he’s far too strong. He holds me down, placing one strong hand on my back. “I warned you.”
He pulls my skirt up, tossing it over my back, and my naked ass feels the slight chill in the air. It isn’t cold for long as Beck’s hand comes down in a short arc.
I gasp as the pain hits me sharply. I don’t have a chance to breathe before he smacks my other cheek just as hard. These aren’t the playful taps Cian gives me. Beck means business. Tears form in my eyes, but before I can shed them, heat blooms deep inside, and I feel that smack deep in my pussy. Fuck him, but he’s right. This is exactly what I want. I bite my bottom lip to keep from begging him to continue.
“That’s a pretty sight, love,” Beck drawls as he runs his hand across my cheeks. I hear him take a deep breath. “Open yourself to me. You’re shielding. I don’t like it. I can’t tell if I’m really hurting you.”
I keep the mental walls in place as Cian taught me. The mental walls stop me from broadcasting my every emotion to the brothers.
Another sudden blow lands on my butt. I groan, waiting for the pain to turn to arousal. I’m glad they can’t see my face.
“I can keep it up all night,” Beck promises. “You’ll give me what I want. I swear, by the time we’re through, you’ll surrender everything I ask for, and you’ll do it with a smile on your face. Until then, I think there’s another way to get the answer to my question.”
I gasp as he spreads my thighs and roughly shoves two fingers straight up my pussy. He isn’t shielding at all now, and I feel his deep satisfaction.
“She’s hot for it, isn’t she?” Cian asks.
“Brother, she’s on fire.” Beck rotates his fingers inside me. I can’t stay still a second longer. I squirm, trying to get him to hit my sweet spot. He pulls out, and I want to cry at the loss. He slaps my ass again. “And she’s not very attentive. Stay still. I’ll tell you when you can move. I’ve thought an awful lot about what’s gone wrong between us.”