Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
“You sure you’re okay?” Holden asks as another silence descends on our conversation. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“Yes,” I answer him more sternly and more harshly than I should as I toy with the necklace at my collar. “Please, don’t ask me again.”
GABRIEL
The Past, October
The table is laden with chips, over half a million dollars represented in tokens of red, white, and blue.
Not that anyone gives a damn about that. The card game’s over, for all intents and purposes, and while at the end of the night, I’m probably going to count out the pile and divvy out the cash simply for form’s sake, nobody really gives a fuck about that either.
I won the game tonight, in more ways than one. Not only is my stack of chips bigger than the rest, including capping the night off with a successful bluff to Ron, who had a full house against my pile of nothing, but now I’m hard as fuck watching Kiersten enjoy what she loves on these nights.
Greedily being shared.
“I don’t know . . .” Ron pants. He’s red-faced and panting as he grips the edge of the bench with all his might to give himself something to hold onto. He finishes after exhaling deeply, “Which is better? Her mouth or her cunt?”
“Let’s ask her,” I reply, smirking as Kiersten shivers as, from behind, Daniels is doing everything he can to bring her to orgasm. He was one of the last members of my circle of friends to succumb to Kiersten’s sinfully sweet temptations. He’s also now one of the most eager, and I suspect, one of the most addicted to her.
“So, my little pet,” I ask, “which do you prefer?”
Kiersten gasps, her eyes huge as another orgasm sweeps through her. Daniels pauses, savoring the feel of her clenching pussy and letting her ride it out with the feeling of his dick inside her. We all watch, and when it’s passed, she smiles, biting her lip. “I love as much pleasure as I’m given, Sir.”
“Good answer,” Ron replies before I can . . . even though she addressed me. Irritation rattles through me as she turns to go back to sucking his cock.
It doesn’t take much to ignore the whispers at the back of my mind while she moans on his cock. I’m rock hard, watching her get what she wants and nothing more than what I’ve given her.
They’re all masked for this encounter. She’s not, though. She never is, and that’s always been with purpose. I want to see every little expression she has, every moment in time that she takes pleasure in and any little touches that bring a spark to her eyes. As she comes again from Daniels’s cock, her eyes find mine, glowing with vulnerability and submission.
“Oh, fuuuuuck!” Daniels groans out as he can’t hold back any further and he finds his release inside her. She’s on all fours, and her back arches as she comes with him, her hair falling down her shoulders. She’s picture fucking perfect, and I love it, my little whore getting everything she’s ever wanted.
He only takes a moment before stepping back for Johnson. He’s next in line.
I don’t expect Ron to last long, but as he gets into position, he does so almost savagely, driving into Kiersten so hard that her knees slip on the leather and she tumbles. A harsh inhale from her has my spine stiff. Her hip hits the edge of the bench hard, and I know it will bruise instantly. She cries out in pain, her expression crumpling, causing me to leap to my feet.
“Stop!” The word leaves me without thinking twice.
“Gabriel, I—” Johnson attempts an explanation, but I don’t give a fuck what he has to say.
“Back up!” I growl, not ready to listen to Ron or his bullshit right now.
I only care about Kiersten, who looks as if she’s on the verge of tears. The fuck happened? It was only a moment.
“It was an accident,” Johnson attempts to explain from behind me as Kiersten whimpers. It’s more than obvious that she hurt more than her hip.
“Are you alright?” I ask, dropping as many of my guards as I can around these men. I drop to a knee, taking her hand as she lies on the carpeted floor, her face a rictus of pain. With tears in the corner of her eyes, she can only shake her head.
“Red,” she whispers.
“That’s enough. Night’s over. Get the fuck out.” I’m harsh, unprofessional, but mostly uncomfortable, and I need them all to fucking leave. She’s fucking hurt.
The safe word stops everything. I haven’t heard that word leave Kiersten’s lips in months, not since the day I gave it to her.
“Get off her,” I growl, and when Ron tries to console her, I grab him by the hair, hauling him off her. “That’s it! It’s over!” My knuckles are white, and the rage inside me boils.