Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 89925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
I tug my belt from the loops, crooking my finger to call her over. She kneels between my open my legs. Once I’ve wrapped the leather around her neck, I tug it up, causing her to rise to her feet.
“I don’t want to talk. Do you understand?”
She nods. So fucking obedient. I love it.
“Lift your skirt. Let me look at those beautiful holes.” Trinity spins around, my belt tightening with each movement. She lifts the micro-mini she’s wearing to show me the blue thong meant to cover her cunt. A thin string disappears between her pert cheeks, and I rain down a slap on each one.
I reach for the thin material and rip her thong from those beautiful hips.
“Bend over the desk,” I order gruffly. I make quick work of my zipper and grip my cock, stroking it as I drink in the woman before me. My fingers taunt her slit; it’s slick and needy. She’s always ready for me. Perhaps that’s why I lose interest. I want a challenge. I need someone who’ll tell me no.
But I know it’s more than that. It’s because I’m in love with someone else. I crave him more than I do my next breath. And now, with Caia, I’ve been sucked into their world, and I hunger for her just as much.
Pulling a foil packet from my pocket, I rip it open, sheathing my dick. Once I’m covered, I thrust into Trinity’s pussy, balls deep.
My body moves with hers, but I don’t feel the gratification I want. The happiness I seek is not here. I’m so fucked up, so tortured, I’m here wanting to find sinful pleasure from someone I don’t love.
I pull out of the woman before me, slumping down on the chair, causing her to turn to face me. She has so many emotions flitting across her expression it makes me sick.
“I need your help,” I tell her.
“Clearly.” She rights herself, hiding her pussy from my view, and I’m thankful for it. Not because she’s not beautiful, not because I don’t find her attractive, but because I came here for something else.
“Tonight, I have an event, and I need a woman on my arm.”
“That’s new.” She smiles.
I rise, stuffing my dick into my pants before I meet her gaze. “This isn’t something fun. It’s not a date. The home we’re going to is owned by a dangerous man.”
“And you need me to be . . . what?”
Running my fingers through my unruly hair, I meet her gaze and offer the truth. It’s the only thing I have. “A toy. A whore on my arm.”
“Let me get this straight. You’re taking me to a house that could be a danger to me, and you want me to agree to it?” She sounds as incredulous as I thought she’d be. But I’ve known her for a while, and I thought it would be something she’d do for me. Granted, I didn’t want to tell her the truth, but lies have been far too volatile in my life.
“I just need you on my arm. To be my escort tonight to a gala dinner with a few men I will be meeting with. We won’t be alone. Drake and Dante will be there too.”
She sighs, and I can see the resignation on her face. Trinity has met the twins before. She’s seen what they’re capable of, especially Dante. He has a violent streak when he’s drunk.
“And if I agree to this, you’ll pay me for my time?”
This is the reason I went to her. I know she’s easy pickings, and it might be wrong of me to put her in that situation, but with the party we’re going to, each man needs a toy on his arm, and I’m not taking my sister into that house. She’s far too volatile to be in a situation where she’ll see men who’ve clearly hurt her before.
“You know I’m always good for it,” I assure her. “I have a dress for you to wear. I need you to agree to it before I can offer you any more than what I have so far.”
She watches me for a moment, and I’m certain she’s about to deny me, but then, when I turn from her gaze, she utters, “I’ll do it. But if anything happens to me—”
“Nothing will happen to you. I’ve never let anyone hurt you before, and I won’t allow it now.” As much as I voice the words, I know they’re a lie. I’ve hurt her. I know it, and so does she. But that wasn’t my choice; it was hers. I told her I can’t love her, but she fell anyway.
“Okay.”
“I’ll pick you up in an hour.”
I leave her to mull over it and head back to the car. It’s done. I tap out a message to Drake and Dante informing them of our guest and make my way back to the house to get ready.