Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 91423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Our pet has been stripped, spanked, and ravaged in her own bed, carried off bound and helpless for further use, and made to come so hard she screams in front of a room full of crime lords.
Each of us has had our turn to make the girl who got our brother killed pay for her sins.
But after tonight Ella will truly be ours forever.
Because tonight we share her for the first time.
Publisher's Stalkers is a standalone romance that includes spankings, rough, intense sexual scenes, and strong D/s themes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book
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PROLOGUE
Our captive lies before us, a pretty little thing with a face so innocent you wouldn’t believe what she is capable of. That face swims with a combination of guilt, fear, and lust. Is there anything more intoxicating than a pretty girl who knows she deserves to be punished? Who craves it as much as she fears it?
Once upon a time, we thought she was just a girl, a sweet young thing too curious for her own good.
Now I am obsessed with her.
And I’m not the only one.
My brothers are also feasting their eyes on her body, and I know each of them wants her as much as I do. Lustful tension is thick in the air, vengeance and desire making for a heady combination.
“Please let me go,” she whimpers.
“You are beautiful when you beg,” Aiden says. “But you don’t really want to go. What would you go to? Back to a world where you are used by the worst of the worst? Back to being treated like a disposable commodity or worse, a normal girl? No, my dear. We intend to keep you for our own, use you as we see fit, and ensure you atone entirely. Doesn’t that sound nice?”
“But this is… you’re going to hurt me.”
“We are going to exact a price for your sins, and yes, it will be painful at times,” he says, elegant as ever. “But you like pain, don’t you? If you didn’t, you wouldn’t be in this mess.”
“I don’t know what you think I did…”
“Shhh,” he drawls. “The time for arguing is over. The time for amends is beginning…”
“But…”
Thwack!
She lets out a wail as his crop makes sharp, swift contact with her mound. Her face and chest flush with arousal she would deny if only her body wasn’t displaying it in full glory.
“As I said,” Aiden says. “The time for arguing is over. Spread your legs for me. It is time you showed contrition through surrender.”
She hesitates before parting her legs a fraction of an inch.
“More,” Aiden says patiently.
She whimpers and spreads them a little wider still. She knows what is coming. We all do.
“No,” she whines, reaching down with a tentative hand to cover herself.
“Move your hand,” Aiden says with deceptive gentleness.
She keeps it there.
He lifts a brow at her, demanding her obedience through sheer force of will.
She shifts her hand. Smart girl. But it’s too late.
The crop comes back with a hard stroke that catches her directly above her sensitive little bud. Aiden is nothing if not precise.
Her yowl hits a register only cats can hear.
“I told you,” he says. “Do not cover yourself. You are not for yourself anymore. You are for us.”
She whimpers softly, and I almost feel sorry for her.
Then I remember what she did.
What she took from us.
And how she will never, ever be able to give it back.
CHAPTER 1
Leo
No good love story starts with a funeral. But a dark one does.
My brothers and I watch grimly as our youngest brother is prepared to be lowered into the ground. It’s a cold fall day, and leaves are blowing their way into the maw in the earth, dancing over his coffin with the indifference nature likes to display to all tragedies.
It rained overnight, and again this morning. The area around the grave shimmers with gray puddles reflecting the dismal sky.
I have flashes of memory of stamping in puddles like the ones around the grave when we were small. Teddy loved it the most. I can hear his laugh, innocent and small. It is hard to believe that so many years have passed and now we are all grown. There is little innocence left in any of us now. We are adults, and the best of us has been taken too soon.
“Dearly beloved…”
The priest endeavors to start a small graveside service. It is ill-fated indeed.
“Don’t.”
Luke cuts him off with one rough word. Luke is built like a pit bull, all muscle and rage. He’s never been angrier than he is today. I wonder if he’s taken something to wear the edge off. He’s supposed to be sober. Then again, Theodore is supposed to be alive, so I suppose we’re all letting one another down in various ways.
The priest looks at him in surprise.
“Don’t give us that funeral bullshit,” Luke says. “It doesn’t belong to us. We’re not that kind of people. Just say he’s dead and put him in the fucking ground.”
The priest looks at Aiden for confirmation. People do that. He is the eldest of us, and he has a natural demeanor of authority.
Aiden nods. None of us are much for pretty words, and even less for ceremony. Luke is blunt, but right. Theodore is gone, and no amount of pretty morbid words and religious pageantry is going to bring him back, or assuage our grief. Funerals are supposed to be for the living, but we will deal with this loss in our own way. On this day, we are here because you have to put the body in the ground sooner rather than later.