Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Sighing, I lie back on the bed and stare up at the ornate ceiling. Thoughts race through my mind, and I wonder if I’ll ever be free again.
Born into this world, I know none of the guys have had any life beyond their families, beyond the legacy they have to uphold. It saddens me when I think about them growing up without the freedom to choose their own future.
I’d always thought I was free to decide my fate, so when Papa said he needed me to come back with him to Italy, to return to the world he’d run from, I was shocked. I haven’t told the Princes the explanation that my father gave me for returning. They wouldn’t understand.
As much as I’m angry with the man who raised me, I know he’s only doing it to keep me safe. Even though I don’t like being here, or being near Judah and his friends, I know they’ll protect me—as long as I keep obeying the commands of the soon-to-be Boss of the Venier family.
Rolling my eyes, I push to my feet and head to the bathroom. Perhaps a shower will freshen me up before I go down for dinner.
The water massages my aching muscles as I lean against the tiles. I close my eyes and allow the spray to drench me. Slowly, I lather up, but the more I run my fingertips over my skin, the more I can’t get Valen out of my mind, and as much as I want to fight it, Judah appears too easily, and my hands become his hands.
Biting my lower lip, I fight the urge to moan as pleasure skitters down my spine. My knees are weakened by the desire coursing through me. I can easily recall Valen’s gaze on me today. When I think about how he watched me, taking in every outfit I modelled for him, I know without a doubt he’s attracted to me.
But then, it’s thoughts of Judah’s touch that send heat racing between my thighs, and I can’t stop my fingertips from brushing over my clit. I’m wet, and it’s not only from the shower. The warmth of the water caressing my skin, along with the light touch against my pussy, sends me reeling as I grip my throat with my free hand and squeeze, ever so gently. It’s not me, though. In my mind’s eye, it’s Judah holding me hostage while Valen drops to his knees and kisses between my thighs before his mouth captures my wetness and he laps at me. And, in the background, there’s a glimpse of Kai’s handsome face as he watches the display.
My knees go weak when I imagine all three men watching me. All of them staring with desire dancing in their eyes, and I can’t hold back the pleasure that takes over. I whimper as I tremble, and my orgasm shatters through me, causing me to cry out.
As my hand slows, and my eyes flutter open, I half expect them to be standing at the door, watching me, but the bathroom is empty, filled instead with steam from the hot shower.
I quickly turn off the spray and step out onto the fluffy mat. Wrapped in a towel, I make my way into my empty bedroom and sigh with relief. No one heard me. I dress quickly, ignoring the reality of what I just did.
Earlier, when Judah mentioned something about me being owned by Val and Kai as well as him, my mind was a mess at the time, but since then I’ve run through all the scenarios of what it could mean. The only thing I can come up with is that they intend to share me. All of them.
But Malachi hasn’t spent any time with me. Since I’ve been here, Valen is the one who’s taken the lead. I wonder if he’s the calmer and more approachable one. Maybe they’re slowly easing me into the idea of living here, being in this world and in their lives.
The moment I walk into the living room, it’s as if my fantasy has come to life. All three men are seated around the coffee table with drinks in hand. They stop talking as I step deeper into the room.
“Don’t stop on my account,” I say as I settle into one of the enormous armchairs.
Sinking down on the soft cushion, I suddenly feel exhausted. It’s been a long day.
“Women shouldn’t listen to the organisation’s dealings,” Judah says.
“Did you have a nice day shopping?” Kai questions and he tips his head to the side. His eyes locked on mine.
It’s one of the very few times I’ve really looked at him. There’s a darkness in his gaze, one that promises he’d do anything for his family. Danger emanates from him in waves.
I glance between the three handsome faces. I don’t know whether they can read the guilt in my expression, but if they can, they don’t show it.