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)
“Don’t you dare stop what you’re doing, Lev,” Zeke orders. “Lick that pretty pussy until your mouth is covered with her. Her cunt likes it. She’s tightening for me. Our girl is gonna cum on your face, Lev.”
“Bro, he’s going nuts. I think he enjoys eating pussy more than you do,” Cyrus says.
I have to agree with Cyrus because Lev’s tongue laps me like a cat with a bowl of milk.
Within minutes, my legs stiffen, and another orgasm racks my body.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” Cyrus and Zeke growl simultaneously as they release within me.
Zeke grips my ankles and lowers me to the ground as both men pull out. “You want your reward, Lev?”
“That’s my fucking prize,” Cyrus says with a childish pout.
“Move her to the tree, Zeke,” Lev demands.
I gaze at Zeke. For a second, I think he’ll say no. Zeke isn’t a pushover, and the guys can never get him to do something he doesn’t want to do. On the surface, Lev would seem to be the boss, but in reality, it’s Zeke. He has a way of ensuring obedience, and his gentle authority is something most people easily dismiss.
A smile forms on Zeke’s lips as he yanks me up like a leaf floating in the wind rather than a two-hundred-pound woman.
I gaze at Lev as Zeke braces me against the tree.
Lev tugs his belt from its loops with one pull as he walks toward me. “Pull her arms behind the tree trunk.”
“Remember your safe word. If it’s too much, say the word, and it’s over, got it?” Zeke reminds me.
“I’m fine,” I whisper. I won’t say that word until I’m so broken that I think I might die. I’ll let Lev do anything he wants to me because in all the years I’ve known him, this is the closest he’s ever come to being a part of us, at least physically.
Zeke pulls my arms back and wraps them around a narrow tree, gripping my wrists. Cool leather wraps around my flesh, holding me in place.
Lev walks around the trunk and glares at me.
I lift my chin challengingly. “Am I supposed to stand here naked for your viewing pleasure, or did you have something else in mind?”
“How does it feel, Azadeh?” Lev asks, his voice cold.
“How does what feel?” I retort.
“How does it feel to know you have three men waiting at home pining for you while you galivant around the globe?”
“I don’t know,” I spit. “Why don’t you ask the men who’ve done that for centuries? Or how about you talk to the women who sit at home raising children while their husbands get up to all kinds of things they shouldn't?” I smile as Lev’s jaw ticks. “Besides, Lev, I never asked you to wait for me. Live your life. Be free. No one’s holding you down.”
Lev steps toward me. “I don’t like wanting things I can’t have.”
I’m pissed. I want to kick his ass and pin him beneath me with a knife at his throat. I want the upper hand and don’t enjoy that he’s in a position to gain it. I smirk and sing “You Can’t Always Get What You Want” by The Rolling Stones.
Cyrus slaps his ears with his palms. “How the fuck can someone so hot sound like a goddamn dying cat when she sings?”
Lev and I ignore Cyrus’s outburst as we face off with each other. I’m about to goad him again when he steps closer. Enough to feel his hot breath on my skin as he leans forward, but not enough to touch me.
“I want to do ungodly things to you—things a man shouldn’t do to a woman he loves. I want to hear you beg for mercy and promise you’ll do anything to make it stop. That’s not normal, Az. I’m not fuckin’ normal. What kind of man wants to tear apart the person he loves the most to watch them bleed?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. What kind of woman carves her initials into the men she loves? My purpose in your life is not to judge you, Lev. You understand my boundaries. I trust you’ll stop if I tell you. You have urges and desires that most don’t deem palatable, but it doesn’t mean you’re not a good man. What’s good anyway? I grew up in a world where supposedly religious men raped fourteen-year-old girls because killing a virgin was unforgivable in the eyes of God. The three of you had fathers who were praised by strangers while they tortured their sons. They might not deem the four of us good or proper because we’ve had to do questionable things to protect innocence, but fuck them and fuck that. The only thing that matters is we accept you. I accept you. But most importantly, I trust you. Do your worst, Lev. I’ll still love you in the morning.”