Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
With a savage hiss, Hunter threw his head back, his hips bucking upward. “Shit, that feels good.”
Nick glanced at the strangers watching us through the door. “Should we give them a show, Ella?” Plunging his fingers inside me, he bit my hip as my back arched, and I choked on a guttural cry. “Do you want them to see how badly I need to fuck you? How badly I’m going to lose control the moment I thrust inside you?”
I nodded.
Over and over and over again.
My fear over people recognising me was non-existent.
My shyness nothing more than a pile of ash.
“Answer me,” Nick ordered.
Licking my lips, doing my best to find my voice, I said, “Please, Sir...please, please fuck me.”
“Fucking hell.” Nick groaned. “Hunter, you might not want her hands on your dick while I do this. She’ll snap it off.”
“With how horny I am, I don’t think I’d care.” Hunter chuckle-grunted but unwrapped my fingers and held them over his heart. “Watch me. I want to see what you look like when he enters you.”
Our eyes locked.
His purple contacts glistened in the sconces.
And for a single moment, nothing happened.
Nick didn’t move.
Hunter didn’t blink.
I didn’t breathe.
And then...
The most erotic, epic, ecstatic experience of my life slammed into me.
Nick grabbed my hips, reared up like a beast, then mounted me in one slick, sharp, savage impale.
I tumbled forward, held up thanks to Hunter’s strength and his eyes burning into mine.
I couldn’t move.
Couldn’t do a damn thing apart from feel everything.
Every thick ridge of Nicholas as he sank balls deep and claimed me in the most prehistoric way. A primal taking. A primordial claiming.
He twitched deep, deep inside me.
Every inch.
Every surge.
He gave me all of himself, and I choked on the sweetest, sharpest sensation of being completely owned by him.
“Christ,” Nick choked. “Motherfucking Christ, you feel so good.”
And that was the last thing I heard as Nicholas snapped.
He withdrew to the tip, then plunged back inside me.
Again and again.
Swift and unrestrained.
No sign of the cultured scientist.
No scorn from my broken flatmate.
Just a barbarian intent on getting his fill.
A rough, gruff caveman losing himself to the most ancient act on Earth.
My back arched as a feral moan wrenched from my lungs.
He drilled into me with muttered oaths and muffled grunts.
Bruising me with his thrusts, punishing me with his passion.
There was nothing sweet about the way he bucked into me.
He was obsessive, possessive, brutal, and borderline cruel.
And literally the best thing I’d ever felt.
“Yes!” I screamed, shoving my hips back, sending shockwaves of energy through our writhing bodies. “God, yes. More. More.”
“You’re going to kill me,” Nick panted, his voice tangled with nightmares. “I can’t. I can’t—”
“Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop,” I seethed, anger pouring out of me. Frustrated fury hijacked my sanity; I craved a deeper, darker pain.
I threw myself backward.
I ground myself on him, forcing him to crawl inside me.
“Don’t stop.” I cried out as he thrust particularly deep, making me wince and sob and beg.
“Stop?” He speared right to the top of me. “You think I can stop after this? You think I could ever stop now that I know how fucking good you feel?”
“I told you she’s a witch.” Hunter laughed. “She’s bewitched us both.”
“She’s a fucking menace,” Nick groaned. “She deserves to be punished.”
“So punish her,” Hunter taunted. “Your dick’s inside her. Mark her. Brand her. Make her so sore she’ll remember you for the rest of her life.” Looking past me to Nick, he threw fuel on the already manic wildfire. “She’s yours, man. You know it. I know it. She knows it.”
“Tonight only.”
“If you still think that, you’re a fucking idiot.” Hunter bared his teeth. “But if that’s what you have to tell yourself not to admit you’re in love with her, then by all means. Fuck her like you hate her.”
Oh God.
Another thread of Nick’s leash snapped.
His hips pistoned into mine. Shallow and nasty—a daggering pace full of pain and passion.
Each time he surged into me, his desperation fed my churning, spindling release.
The way he rode me.
The way he needed me.
The things he felt poured through his body and into mine, bypassing words and lies and hopes, revealing the truth.
He didn’t hate me.
He didn’t even like me.
I stiffened as he bucked into me with a snarl.
He...he loves me.
My mind exploded into sparks.
Could Hunter be right?
All this time...
All those awful moments where he tried to push me away.
“You belong to me,” Nick grunted, fucking me relentlessly. “Until dawn you’re mine.”
For a thousand dawns.
“Do you deserve to come, Ella?” Nicholas asked, dark and full of rage. “Or should I punish you some more?”
“Oh God.”
“Take it,” Nick hissed. “Take me. Take every inch.”
He shoved me forward, doing his best to feed me his soul and not just his body.
I almost face-planted into Hunter.
He caught me with gentle, firm hands, holding me upright for another man to pummel. “Goddamn, you look beautiful with a cock deep inside you.” Tucking sweaty hair behind my ear, Hunter gripped my roped wrists resting on his chest with one hand while the other roamed over my prone and ravaged body.