Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
“I’m ready,” Heath says. “Hold her legs back.”
Josh gives my sore clit a flick with his piercing before doing what Heath says.
“Ready for your fate, sweet curva?”
The Count’s cock is rock hard, barbells glinting slick as he slips the devil mask back on and lines up his fat cock head at my asshole.
“Take me,” is all I can say.
My fate belongs to the Count tonight.
Just like I always dreamt of.
CHAPTER TEN
Good job last night’s proposal was pretty early on this week, since these love bites are going to take a fair few days to disappear. I’m like a splotched canvas, covered in purple bruises and the unmistakable imprints of teeth marks, and I can’t help but poking the wounds as a reminder of just how painful they are.
I don’t call myself a pain slut for nothing, after all.
I really didn’t expect Josh to be a splotched canvas too after last night’s escapades, but it suits him. Everything always does.
I could get used to living like this – holed up in a sunny villa with an icon, playing filthy games every night and regaling in fun, food and hours full of chatter every day. I’m loving every single minute of it.
I’m grinning all the way through breakfast, happy with the joys of the world as I cast glances my wounded boyfriend’s way. He’s playful as he smiles back at me. We’re definitely both feeling the vibe.
“At least you can’t say you’re the only one who got a night with the infamous Count,” he says. “I got caught in the crossfire.”
“You hardly pissed on my parade.” My grin gets brighter. “It was brilliant. Absolutely amazing.”
I’m not lying. It was absolutely fucking amazing. I’ll remember that night for the rest of my life, and maybe someday I’ll be lucky enough to get a re-run. I’m not pushing my luck just yet, though.
Heath isn’t dressed anything like the Count this morning. He’s in black shorts and a vest top, and his glorious hair is swept up into a ponytail, ready for action. Josh keeps looking at him, with a competitive tone to his smirk.
“I’m gonna kick your gorgeous ass, you know that, Heathy baby? Call it an exchange for what you did to mine last night.”
Heath takes a bite of buttered toast. “You’d have to kick my ass seriously hard to make up for what I did to yours last night.”
Yeah, he would. Josh was legit bleeding when Heath was done with him. Turns out that water from the swimming pool wasn’t a sufficient enough lube to cope with Heath’s cock assault. It’s not that often I’ve seen Josh bleed, so Heath really did give him a good battering.
I love the way it’s fuelling the fire between them today.
Who is going to be top dog on the squash court? I can’t wait to be a spectator and find out. I only wish I had some pompoms.
The tension ramps up further between them as we head out to the loungers to let our breakfast settle. It’s like a barometer rising with the pressure as the testosterone builds. Both guys keep jibing each other as to who is going to come out top dog, and I get the feeling this match has been a long time coming. I don’t interject or change the topic, just soak it up and bask in the pleasure. It was me who got the full attention of a reward day yesterday, and now it’s Josh’s turn. I bet they’ll be playing squash for hours today, neither of them willing to call it quits until they’re crowned winner.
Josh sure won’t ever call it quits, I know that much. Not if he’s behind on the scoreboard.
It’s such a shame I haven’t got access to my phone, as I’d love to capture some pictures. My two sweaty loverboys battling for victory. I’d have loved pictures of the suited pair in Venetian masks last night too, and the Count all dressed up for my series preview. Damn it.
It’s been a few days now, and my fingers feel fidgety at the lack of the constant accessory. I can’t remember being without my phone for this long in years. My parents never confiscated it or anything like that, and my ex, Connor and I practically lived on video call when we weren’t in the same room together. We even had a video call open when we were sleeping in different bedrooms. Cringe, but true. I keep instinctively reaching for my current companion of a device, but it’s not there. It shows just how plugged in at the mains I am constantly. Scrolling, checking messages, watching stupid videos. Here there is nothing but me, Josh and Heath.
My fidgety fingers can get stuffed. This is so much better.
“Ready for a game, Josh?” Heath says, finally.
“Always,” Josh replies. “Thought you’d never get round to asking.”