Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 42685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
I shattered. My eyes rolled back in my head, and a scream tore from my lungs as I came again. Everything hurt. A man wasn’t made to come that many times within the span of minutes.
Capone snarled my name, dropping the knife, and came inside of me, pumping his cum into my sore hole. Once he was empty, he wasted no time in pulling out and turning me around, scooping me into his arms.
“You’re alright,” he soothed, his hand running down my spine.
“Hold on,” Tank grunted. He reached between us and fixed Capone’s jeans. “Now go.”
Capone swept me up the stairs as if I barely weighed a thing. My head was so fucking hazy. I laid it on his shoulder, relaxing into his hold.
I was a dominant man. But Capone had a way of breaking me down so easily to the point I relied on him.
CHAPTER 9
Smokey
Mornings were my favorite time of day—right when the sky lightened and chased away the dark. It showed me that no matter how dark life may get, something would come along and brighten it for me.
It’d kept me sane when I’d spent months in captivity, being sold for men and women to play with as if I were nothing more than a toy on the shelf at a store. As if I weren’t a human being with a beating heart and feelings.
I pulled the blunt back up to my lips, taking a long drag, letting the smoke settle in my lungs. I heard the clubhouse door open, but I didn’t turn to see who was coming to sit with me. It was rare I got to be out here by myself, but I never minded the company, especially since I knew it would either be April or one of the men.
All of them were welcome to share in my silence with me.
I smiled at April when she appeared in front of me. Without a word, she straddled my hips and pulled the blunt from between my lips, taking a hit for herself. Humming “Bad Habits” by Nerv softly under my breath, I traced my palms up her bare thighs as I watched the smoke curl from between her parted lips. She was barely wearing anything. Honestly, if we let her, I firmly believed she’d walk around naked.
The April we’d known when she’d first come here would’ve never. Hell, that April preferred to be as clothed as possible. But she’d blossomed under our love and attention, and she’d grown into herself. Learned to accept herself and the love we showered her with.
“One of these days, someone is going to come onto this lot to speak to Capone or Tank, and you’re only going to be sitting here in just one of our t-shirts,” I rumbled, pressing a tender kiss beneath her ear. She shivered, and I could see her nipples pebbling beneath my plain white t-shirt. She never slept in her own clothes. It hadn’t taken us long to learn the pajamas we’d purchased for her were nothing more than a waste of money.
Besides, seeing her in our clothes… we definitely weren’t complaining.
She shrugged at me and held the blunt out to me after she took another hit. I watched as she let the smoke settle in her lungs before she slowly blew it out, letting it swirl around us. “I don’t care,” she told me, her voice a little raspy. “There’s seven of you. If someone’s stupid enough to do something, I know all seven of you will make them pay.”
She sure as fuck wasn’t wrong. I might have come from a bad background, but I protected those I loved. And I loved her and the six men that kept me safe. That had given me a home and loved me unconditionally despite all my trauma and me not being able to be with them physically.
I settled the blunt between my lips before tugging April even closer, smiling a little when her wet pussy settled against my abs, but I didn’t say anything. I just enjoyed the comfort of having her close to me.
Unlike the other guys here, I didn’t have a high sex drive. In fact, I barely even had one. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d gotten hard. I craved companionship—just spending my time with someone. The guys had never made me feel like shit for it. I enjoyed watching, kissing, touching. But the actual art of sex? It just…wasn’t my thing. Sometimes, I wondered if I was broken, but every time I opened up about that, the guys and April shut it down, promising there was nothing wrong with me.
April trailed her fingers down my chest, sliding her fingers through the hair on my chest. I shivered under her touch. My dick was still soft, but that didn’t mean I didn’t enjoy having her touch me and caress me. And she knew that. I loved just having someone touch me like this. There was nothing expected of me. I could just soak it all in without any of them expecting something in return.