Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 15030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
Let’s be real. Most women would love three men to fuck them stupid while treating them like the most precious thing on the planet. The way they gaze at me like they could devour me and keep me in bulletproof glass makes me feel invincible.
As soon as I’m seated, Kian leans forward and buckles me in, placing a chaste kiss on the top of my head. The kiss is the calm before the storm. Kian is super sweet right before he does something insane, usually involving me.
This juxtaposition would be a red flag with most men, but even though Kian is insane, he’s also the sweetest, most loving man on the planet. The rage and inner turmoil he struggles with from growing up with a drug-addicted mother never touch me. With me, he’s loving and even-tempered, except for when we’re having sex. In those moments, he’s wild and passionate. I love both sides of Kian, his entire self. There isn’t one thing I’d change about him because if I did, he wouldn’t be Kian anymore.
My eyes connect with Axel’s through the rearview mirror. His face is plastered with a shit-eating grin. “Put your legs on the dashboard and spread ‘em.”
“You cannot be serious, Axel. Everyone will see.”
“Like I give a shit. I own a gun and a knife.”
“You can’t go around killing and maiming people when you force my pussy on display.”
“They should know better than to look at something that doesn’t belong to them.”
Sometimes I worry about these three. They place me in these compromising positions because, in part, all three are exhibitionists, but they also hate the idea of any other man looking my way. It’s one reason we never partake in anything in the sex club Axel owns. He thinks blood baths would be bad for business. So I sit with my feet on the dashboard, exposed in daylight in a rather busy parking lot.
Their demands are like hot embers against my skin. I need this from them as much as they need it from me. Maybe that’s why we work so well. Our different parts are useless when separate, but together they form a bond forged in perfection.
Axel’s warm breath flutters against the shell of my ear, igniting my body. “That’s my good girl. If you close your legs, you’ll regret it. Remember, Stella. Good girls get rewards, and bad girls get punished.”
I nod as Kian starts the ignition and drives.
My eyes travel along the streets, praying no one dares to look at me, exposing myself. I’m the one committing the crime, but I worry for anyone who dares point it out.
At a stop sign, my fears are realized as a young man gawks at my open, exposed pussy. I scan the area. There’s no one there. Until there is. A young guy on a motorcycle. At first, I think Kian’s going to drive. The guys are crazy, but they aren’t that crazy.
Then the guy opens his mouth. “How much for your whore?”
The car comes to a screeching halt, jolting my body. Kian’s the first one out of the car, like usual. He’s always the one who goes into a quiet rage. The quickest way to bring out the killer in him is to say anything offensive to me.
I blink, and the guy is off his bike. Kian’s fist flies into his face in a rage. Blood splatters on the floor. “You don’t fuckin’ put your eyes on her, you don’t talk to her, and you sure as fuck don’t call her a whore. Who the fuck do you think you are?”
The man obviously cannot fight or defend himself.
Kian doesn’t wait for an answer and takes out his knife. Before he can do anything, Ronan and Axel are on him, dragging him off.
“Get the fuck off me!” Kian shouts.
Axel frames Kian’s face as he desperately tries to get him to calm down. “Kian, get a grip, man. We can’t just fuckin’ off someone in broad daylight.”
Ronan digs into the guy’s pocket before flipping through his wallet with his foot on the guy’s chest. I know Ronan isn’t keeping the pressure off by how the man whines and moans. “Vinny Price. Listen here, Vinny, I’m gonna keep this driver’s license for insurance. You talk to anyone, and we’ll be back to kill you and everyone you love. Got it?”
“I got it! Got it!”
Vinny screams as Ronan kicks his side and spits in his face. “Watch who you call names next time.”
Chapter
Ten
STELLA
The girl facing the mirror isn’t the same person who stepped out of the car at the Moretti mansion. The insecurity that used to run rampant through me, the fear, the hesitation, have vanished. “I can’t believe I’m getting married.”
My mother’s hands shake as she adjusts my veil. “Are you sure you want to do this? I know the new men in our lives can be intimidating.”