Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
I mentally bat away the intrusive thoughts supporting Lev’s actions. Had he taken her and kept her safe, none of this would be a big deal. Az would’ve yelled, and I would’ve made it up to her by letting her ride my face until she came all over it.
I don’t know what it is about Az, but she’s the only girl who’s ever got my motor going. No other girl’s been able to do that. I thought I only liked dick, but Azadeh got a hold of my fuckin’ heart and squeezed it so damn tight. Every day, my heart expands for this girl. She’s so easy to love, which is why she’s had us in her pocket for fifteen years.
Chapter 10
Cyrus—Age 20
Cyrus and Zeke’s Apartment
“You picture her when you fuck me?” I asked Zeke as he panted beneath me.
“No,” he moans. “I guess it started that way, but I’ve discovered feelings are fluid.”
I clamped his earlobe between my teeth and tugged gently, appreciating his honest answer. My feelings for Azadeh weren’t like Zeke’s when I first met her. I saw her as competition for his affection, but as I got to know her, I yearned for her too. The girl had a way of twisting you up until the only thing you wanted in life was to pledge your undying loyalty to her. That whole notion was a fuckin’ hard pill for me to swallow as I didn’t believe in monogamy, but between her and Zeke, I was so fulfilled and didn’t need anything or anyone else. They both loved Lev, so I had to deal with that fucker. I had to admit he was fuckin’ hot in a stuck-up asshole kind of way.
“How are you holding up?” I asked as I poured the isopropyl in small streaks down his broad back.
Zeke chuckled. “If someone asked me five years ago if I’d let one of my best friends light me up before he fucked me, I would’ve laughed in their face. But fuck, this shit is all kinds of relaxing. It almost deludes me into thinking I could take that giant ass cock of yours with no lube.”
I smiled as I grabbed the torch, streaking a flame along Zeke’s taut muscles before putting it out. I had a sick and twisted impulse to allow the flames to penetrate his skin and sear his flesh, releasing the stench of burning tissue. I pushed back my baser impulses and forced myself to remain in the realm of sanity, putting Zeke’s safety above my depraved and twisted desires.
Zeke had no issue remaining still beneath me. I think he liked the beauty of motionlessness, but I always tied him down to be safe. He was face down, arms raised over his head, tied with rope, and I spread his legs, tying them to the footboard. He asked me once why I didn’t use the spreader bar and handcuffs. I looked him directly in the eye and explained that cutting him out of fabric was easier than metal. It shocked me that he still agreed to be restrained after hearing that. I was glad he trusted me. Not many people would. After all, I was the crazy kid who burned his parents to a crisp.
I bounced the torch along Zeke’s skin until I landed between his thighs. Zeke’s cock thrust from his groin as hard as steel. I licked my lips, thinking how fuckin’ hot it would be to see fire, even for a moment, on the tip. Bending, I licked his precum, relishing his salty flavor.
I put out the fire and placed the torch on its stand, turning back to the hot-as-fuck man lying ass up on my bed. “I want to fuck you,” I groaned, kneeling behind him.
“I want to be fucked,” Zeke responded.
I grabbed his tight ass, pulling his cheeks apart to expose his puckered asshole, and spat. Zeke raised his ass, letting me know he wanted me to tear into him and fuck him until he passed the fuck out.
Using my spit, I pushed the tip of my finger in, relishing his moan. Closing my eyes, I fought my violent desires. I always had to push those desires down as far as I could. I was fucked up to want to harm someone I loved, but I’d never had lessons in healthy relationships. The only things I knew were brutality and violence. Until I met Azadeh and Zeke, I had no idea about the magical ability of a gentle touch.
I reached for the lube and poured it on my fingers, letting some drip down his crack before massaging it into his ass. I pushed a finger inside him to the knuckle before adding a second, then a third. “I’m going to fuck you raw, Zeke.”
“Stop talking about what you’re going to do to me and do it.”