Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 87704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Out of the corner of my eyes, I glance at Luca, finding him sitting in a chair, watching, his thick cock in his hand, his pulls slow, tight, and long. Our eyes meet, and he smiles, nodding his approval, and then I get lost in the push and pull and the bone-softening knowledge that Luca is pleased with me.
“I’m close,” Antonio hisses.
“Fuck.” Alexis’s thrusts grow uncoordinated as his dick swells, and then he pulls out, jerking himself over my belly as Antonio freezes over me, shooting his cum over my tongue and down my throat. I swallow, watching him come apart, the salt-sweet taste of his release wiping everything from my mind. He strokes my cheek, slipping from between my lips, his eyes glazed and his movements shaky. When he climbs from me, Alexis is still pumping his cock in his hand, his eyes between my legs, his tattooed arms blazing like the inferno around my heart.
“Very nice,” Luca says. “For an innocent girl, you take my brothers well.”
“She was made for us,” Alexis says, brushing his fingers through the mess he made and stroking them over my clit. I jump at the sensation, which makes him smile. “So sensitive.”
I turn to Luca and reach out my hand to him. “Daddy,” I whisper.
“Come here.”
Antonio and Alexis give me space to slide from the bed and approach Luca. I stand in front of him, my arms hanging limply at my sides, and I gaze down at my body to see what he sees. My belly is marked with Alexis’s release, which trickles into the soft curls at the apex of my thighs, and my nipples are red tipped from their mouths and teeth. My lips feel swollen, and my hair must be a mess, but he holds out his hand eagerly. “Come sit in my lap.”
Drawing me forward, I settle on his thighs with my legs spread. He runs the back of his hand over my nipple, each knuckle nudging it to a sharper point. “Did you like what they did to you?” he asks, wetting his lips.
“Yes.”
My cheeks heat, and he smiles. “But you want more.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
His hands grip my ass, pulling me forward. “Are you sure?” He slides the head of his cock through my wetness, and I shudder.
I shake my head because I know that’s what he wants: a little game where he can flaunt his power and take what he shouldn’t.
“Don’t worry, princess. It’ll only hurt a little.”
He notches at my entrance, and I watch as he forces the head of his dick inside me, his thickness spreading me open. Then he shoves hard, tugging me down, and I gasp at the stretch. It does hurt because I’m sore, but he was right. Only a little. A perfect violation.
Resting my hands on his shoulders, I brace myself as he throbs inside me and latches onto my nipple, biting down. When I cry out, he licks me like a cat, soothing the hurt.
“Hold her hands,” he says, and Alexis responds, peeling my arms from his brother's shoulders and securing them behind my back with his strong fingers.
Luca moves my body like I’m a doll, a plaything, but he doesn’t take his eyes off mine, trapping us together in an unbreakable stare, one that pins me in place more effectively than Alexis’ grip. Luca’s fingers trace along my jaw, achingly slow, his touch possessive and reverent like he’s memorizing the shape of me. The heat in his eyes is sharp, searing through me with unspoken promises of things I can barely dare to fathom.
He tilts my chin higher with a single knuckle, forcing me to expose my throat to him, and a dark smile tugs at his lips, one that’s more predator than man. My breathing quickens, shallow and uneven, but I can’t look away. I don’t want to.
“Like this,” he murmurs, his voice a low, dangerous rasp. His thumb brushes over my lower lip, testing its softness, his expression darkening when I tremble beneath his touch. He likes it. My vulnerability. My surrender.
Alexis’ fingers flex around my wrists, his grip tightening ever so slightly as though reminding me of my captivity. His breath skims the shell of my ear, and he chuckles softly, the sound low and wicked, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Look at you,” Luca continues, his gaze molten steel as I move in slick strokes, taking his cock as deep as I can. His hand drags down my throat, slow and deliberate, letting me feel every calloused inch of him as he travels lower. “So fragile… so fucking beautiful.” His eyes narrow slightly. “Ours.”
The possessiveness in that single word makes my knees buckle, but Alexis holds me steady, his chest pressed firmly to my back. Luca notices, of course. He always notices. His eyes glimmer with satisfaction as he watches me sway helplessly between them.