Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 27474 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27474 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“Feels so good.”
So good, I can’t stand it.
“Please,” I say, my body trembling on the edge of release. “I need to come.”
My gaze lands on Tatum, and he has the nerve to smirk at me. Triumph shadows his expression. “You’re going to be a good girl and obey me, aren’t you?”
“I’m trying!”
“Don’t fail me. You won’t like the consequences.”
Dread coils through me. Distrust. I grit my teeth, determined to take control of my body.
But ignoring the exquisite friction of Sebastian’s cock rubbing me to a place of surrender is too much to handle. A desperate groan bleeds from my tight lips, and I hold back with everything I’ve got.
“Please,” I gasp once more in a last-ditch call for mercy.
“You’re so perfect,” Tatum praises. “Such a good girl for trying so hard to obey.”
Sebastian’s not helping the situation. He’s relentless in his unbroken pace, as gone as I am. Shaking and gasping for air, I deploy every ounce of my will power.
“Get off his lap, Novalee.”
“What?”
“You heard me.” Tatum’s authoritative voice halts Sebastian’s movement, and I gape at my tormentor through the haze of arousal graying my vision.
“I need to come! You can’t be this cruel.”
He gets up, crosses the jacuzzi, and tilts my chin up with one finger. “Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have a cock in your ass and a tongue in your cunt at the same time?”
No, but I’m thinking about it now, and my groan gives away the trajectory of my thoughts.
“You have two options, beautiful. Stay here and get off, or come inside and let us both blow your mind.”
What happens next plays out like a fuzzy movie.
A movie that will no doubt end in disaster.
Sebastian goes rigid underneath me, his cock snug against my sex, while Tatum holds out a hand. It’s an indecent proposal, one I should turn down.
Without a doubt.
I hesitate.
Whimper.
My heart rate goes ballistic.
Somehow, my hand finds its way into Tatum’s firm grip, and he pulls me off of Sebastian and out of the hot water.
9
This is a horrible mistake. Regret floods my mind, made worse by voice-stealing panic as Tatum leads me through the dark penthouse. Sebastian follows, his footfalls landing on the cold marble with something close to sorrow.
Paying no attention to the water dripping off our feverish bodies, we enter the room where Tatum slept alone last night. The bright buildings of downtown shine a spotlight on the humongous bed—as if that light is prepared to bear witness to the absolute betrayal about to take place.
And I’m helpless to stop it. My teeth clamp on my lower lip as Tatum pushes me onto the end of the mattress. Keeping my chin dipped toward my bare breasts, I hide from Sebastian’s gaze, though I can’t hide from the hurt I know lingers in those blue depths.
“You’ve got another choice to make.” Tatum trails his fingers through my short hair. “Whose cock do you want?”
“Sebastian’s.” It’s an easy decision, and despite the conflicted emotions tearing through me, I shiver in anticipation at the thought of him entering my body again.
“You lucky bastard,” Tatum says, turning to the man whose eyes I’m avoiding. “Lie on your back and have her rest against you. I want you to fuck her ass from behind.”
“Wait a fucking minute, okay?” Sebastian plants his hands on either side of me, and I force myself to meet his gaze. Those hooded eyes squint at me in the darkness, full of uncertainty and concern.
“Are you sure about this?” His soft tone implores me to change my mind, to not let this happen. To put his needs first.
To not let another man touch me.
And yet…that’s all I’ve been trained to do since I became a subject of the Brotherhood. My eyes flit to Tatum in the darkness, taking in his lean body. He waits, arms crossed over a defined chest.
I don’t know how to say no. Even worse, there’s a part of me—no matter how hesitant—that doesn’t want to refuse him. No, that treacherous part wants to reach nirvana with Sebastian while another man goes down on me.
“I’m only certain that if I’m going to do this, I want to do it with you.”
Sebastian frowns. “Say the word, princess, and I’ll put a stop to this.”
I slide my palm against his rough cheek. “I know you’ll try.”
Tatum clears his throat. “She’s a smart woman. Your promise is noble, but you don’t have that power. We’re not in the month of Leo.” He steps forward to insert his authority into the conversation. “Besides, I know desire when I see it. She wants this too much to walk away now.” Tatum sets a hand on his tense shoulder.
Sebastian shrugs him off. “I’m doing this for her, and the instant she says stop, I’m done, got it?”
“Understood.” Tatum nods toward the bed, and Sebastian sits behind me. He reclines, taking me with him, and we settle back on the mattress, his abs welcoming my spine.