Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 62811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
“Let’s move her further up the bed, Tay,” one of them says in a deep voice when they prepare to swap places again. My body immediately freezes. I’ve heard that nickname many times in my life, and only for one particular person. Then I figure it out. Their presence, their voices, their personalities.
It can’t be them.
There’s no fucking way it can be them.
But when I stare at them with my mouth hanging open and take in their forms, their hair, their eyes… I just know. It’s really them. Talon and Tristan.
In a panic, I jump up from the bed and scurry away from them, shaking my head. They both look at me in confusion before exchanging a look.
“I’m sorry, this was a mistake,” I say quickly. One of them approaches me, a frown evident on his lips.
“Who are you?” He reaches for my mask, but I jerk away from him with a yelp. “No stop! Rose! Rose!” I yell as loud as I can.
Bright lights flood the room and the door bursts open; two burly bouncers stepping into the room. My chest heaves with panicked breaths as the two men stare at me.
“You heard the lady. Back off; session’s over,” the man states, his voice gruff.
The two men stare at me before one huffs in frustration. They quickly dress and leave the room without another word or glance at me. The bouncer turns his attention to my naked body, his face empty of emotion.
“You can get dressed and exit when you’re decent,” he says and closes the door.
I sink to the bed, my legs shaky beneath me. I look up at the clock and mentally curse myself. I didn’t even make it to an hour, which means I don’t get paid.
I’ve just given myself away…for nothing.
Fuck my life.
TRISTAN
“What the hell, Tristan?” Talon paces the pavement of the parking lot in front of me, raking nervous hands through his dark locks. “We said we weren’t using names!”
I run a hand down my face and force out a breath to keep my own frustration contained.
“Don’t you think I know that?” I grit out.
Talon continues fussing, but I can barely hear what he’s saying over my own jumbled up thoughts. What the fuck was I thinking? It’s not like this was the first time we’d gone to Purgatory. We never make this kind of mistake—I never make these kinds of mistakes. Talon and I can’t afford them.
“Did you hear what I said?” Tay exclaims as he snaps his fingers in front of my face.
I blink and focus my gaze on him. “What?”
“She knows us.”
Three simple words have never held so much weight. My brain wants to reject the idea, but I know that I can’t. I can still see the horror and disgust that filled her gaze after I said Tay’s name, but it was the recognition that shined the brightest.
She definitely knows us.
I sigh deeply and lean against the side of my BMW. We’ll be fucked if it gets out my brother and I are involved in sex clubs, and that we’ve bought a woman’s virginity. As heirs to the biggest real estate company in the city, everyone knows our family. If the woman we were with actually knows us, a scandal like that will be bad for business.
“We don’t know that,” I finally say when Talon continues watching me expectantly. He scoffs in response.
“You saw the way she fucking reacted, dude.” He shakes his head as he rubs his temples. “And you used my nickname, which not too many people know unless they’re close to us.”
The worry in his eyes reflects how I also feel. He’s painfully fucking right.
“Fuck,” I hiss under my breath.
I push off the side of my car and pace the pavement, my mind moving a million miles a second. How could I have been so fucking careless? I try to think of who the woman could possibly be, but draw a blank. It’s obviously not a woman I’ve slept with before, since she was a virgin. The longer I stand here, the more I wish I would have forced her to take her mask off. She said her safe word right when I reached for her, ending the opportunity to reveal her identity.
And not recognizing her is dangerous.
I force myself to try to remember if she has any tattoos or distinguishing marks, but the only things I can conjure up are the steamy memories I have of her. I can remember those big doe eyes looking up at me while she swallowed my cock, tears glittering on her lash lines like pretty sparkling diamonds. I can recall how soft and warm her skin felt when I dug my fingers into her hips. Goosebumps rise on my arms at the memory of her tight, soaking wet pussy squeezing my cock as her pained yet lustful whimpers imprinted on my mind.