Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
She’s gotten us under her thumb like a real queen.
She removes her hands, and Orion pulls out, leaving me dripping.
“Now lick that cum off the floor. Both of you,” she commands.
“Disgusting,” Atreus says, spitting on the floor like the idea alone revolts him.
But I’m already too far gone to care.
I go to my knees, and Orion twists on his belly, and we both look at each other, then Atreus, whose eyes are full of disdain. Still, my tongue darts out to lick up my own salty juices straight off the floor.
He doesn’t understand.
Not yet.
But she’ll make him succumb.
Just like she did to me.
CHAPTER 35
Atreus
She walks up to me and casts aside the double-ended dildo she just rammed into those boys’ asses, and I breathe out a sigh of relief.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get your turn,” she muses.
“I would rather cut off a limb than be stuck here to witness that happening.”
She giggles as she stands in front of me and grabs my chin to make me look at her. “You would do that for me?”
Sickening, wicked woman.
She’s truly and utterly insane.
But those eyes, those soulless fucking crazy eyes of hers, are boring into my flesh and stealing my soul right through my pupils.
I can’t look away.
Not even if I tried.
She leans closer and closer, until her lips hover barely inches away from mine, then smiles.
“After all that, you still crave me …”
“Lies,” I hiss through my teeth.
With her other hand, she slowly unzips my pants and pulls down my waistband, and my pierced cock instantly bobs out, fully erect.
Fuck.
“Your cock begs to differ,” she muses, letting go of my chin, only to bring her fingers down to my chest to playfully pop every one of the buttons on my shirt.
She spreads the fabric to run her fingers all over my muscular chest, and I suck in hampered breaths from her fiery touch.
Fuck. I shouldn’t let it affect me that much. I fucking shouldn’t, but she’s a goddamn vixen. She—
Her lips slam on mine, claiming my mouth, and I don’t even know what’s happening until I can taste her on my tongue.
Fuck.
She kisses me like I’ve always belonged to her, and it makes my cock throb so damn hard I don’t even fucking understand myself anymore. Fuck, this is driving me wild with rage to the point that I bite down on her lip.
She pulls back and touches the droplet of blood on her lip, grinning. “You bit me …”
I bite my own lip too, haunted by her taste, feral for more.
How? How the fuck am I already in this deep?
I growl, “You deserved—”
She grabs my throat, and her lips slam back on mine again, fingers digging into my skin as she sucks on my bottom lip, and fuck, my lips can’t help but part as if tempted by the mere idea of allowing her access.
I twitch from her touch, her taste, her nails clenching around my throat, suffocating the will to live right out of me.
When her lips retract, I inch closer, desperate for another hit, and I know she saw because that same fucking smile appears on her face again.
“Fuck you,” I hiss.
But she smashes her lips right back on mine again, as if she intends to squash my resistance with just her lips, and fuck, it’s working all right. The hold those devilish lips of hers have on me is unhealthy as fuck. It’s making me sick with greed.
More. More. More.
No, stop.
Give me more.
Stop it before it’s too late.
So. Much. More.
She pulls away, and my mouth instinctively follows hers, as if guided by pure mania.
My lips part. “I hate it, hate it, I—”
She leans in to kiss my neck, her tongue dipping out to lick off my skin as she goes down to my nipple and bites down. I moan as she makes me bleed and laps it all up as if she enjoys the sight of my pain.
“You hate how much I make you want this,” she fills in for me as she runs her tongue and sharp-as-fuck fingernails all the way down my abs to my package as she slowly goes to her knees.
“I hate y—” My words turn into a strangled moan as she begins sucking me off.
You. You. You.
You’re everywhere. In my mind. My body. My soul.
You.
I should hate you.
But that tongue is too good at what it does to make me crave anything else other than more.
God.
Her tongue is akin to a false god I want to worship over and over again until it forces me to my knees.
Fuck.
I groan out loud as she takes me deep, spreading saliva all over my length before coming back up for air. The absolute smug smile on her face enrages me.
How did she do this so easily?
How has she made me fall?
“Xavier, come here and fuck me,” she says. “I’m horny.”