Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 40015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Suddenly, his hands bracketed my waist, and he turned me away from him so that I faced Luca. He wrapped my hair around his fist and tugged back sharply, pressing me closer to my husband with a firm touch at the small of my back.
“Kiss her, Luca,” he snarled. “Claim her. I know you want to. You want it more than your next breath.”
Before I could protest, Luca’s mouth sealed mine. His kiss was a brand, a declaration of ownership. I was his, and he was mine.
But this was wrong. I couldn’t—
Dante’s fist tightened in my hair, lighting up my scalp with little sparks of pain. I gasped, and Luca’s tongue surged into my mouth. Their masculine heat surrounded me, and their possessive hands held me at their mercy. A shiver raced over my sensitized skin as every inch of my body came alive for them: the two men who had pledged that that would sacrifice anything for me.
But Dante was hurting himself in the worst way, and it was too awful for my heart to bear. I couldn’t experience transcendent pleasure when I knew his soul was in agony, no matter how good it felt to have both of them touching me.
I struggled to free myself from Luca’s savage kiss so that I could reason with them, but Dante held me firm with his punishing grip on my hair, and Luca devoured my soft cry of protest with hungry strokes of his tongue. Despite myself, I shuddered and softened in their arms, leaning back against Dante for support while my head tipped back farther to allow Luca to claim me more deeply. My fingers sank into Dante’s thighs, clinging to him in carnal defiance. His cock stiffened, pressing into my ass. Luca was hard too, his thick length straining against the confines of his jeans.
They wanted me as desperately as I wanted them. Both of them.
I grew lightheaded before Luca finally allowed me an inch of space to draw in a ragged breath.
“I won’t choose,” I gasped before he could silence me with his tongue again.
Dante pulled my hair in a punishing warning, and he growled in my ear, “Your decision has been made already, little bird.”
“No,” I countered, vehement. I stared up into Luca’s blazing eyes, trying to convey the depth of my feelings for him with more than just words. “I want you both.”
Luca reeled back as though I’d slapped him, but I clutched at his shoulders to hold him close. He could’ve easily pulled away, but he halted as though I’d bound him with rope.
“I love you,” I promised, “but I care about Dante too. He’s suffered so much. You don’t have to punish him more.” I tipped my chin back, holding my ground. “I won’t let you.”
“Don’t pity me,” Dante seethed, his angry words hot on my neck.
“You don’t get to tell me how I feel,” I shot back, even though I couldn’t turn to face him with his cruel grip on my hair. “You both vowed to give me anything I desire. This is what I want.”
I needed both of them to hold me, to claim me in their own way. Luca was primal in his passion for me, a possessive beast who would do anything to keep me for himself. Dante inflicted exquisite pain, making me shatter for him so that he could put me back together again: his deepest expression of affection and intimacy.
Luca’s square jaw was sharp enough to cut. “I can’t deny you anything, Nora. But what you’re asking of me—”
“You’re still a selfish bastard,” Dante hissed. “We robbed her of her right to choose. You forced her into marriage, and then I stole her away. We both claimed her as our own without her consent. You owe her this. Show her some fucking respect and honor her choices if you’re ever going to stand a chance of being worthy of her.”
Luca’s eyes darkened. “You want both of us, Nora? Then Dante can pleasure you, but he has no right to you. You can use him the way he used me: like I was your own personal sex toy.”
I traced the line of his granite jaw, my touch tender but my words firm. “I know he hurt you. I’m not asking you to forgive him. I’m asking you not to hurt him in return. There’s been too much pain between us, and I want to feel pleasure. I’ve suffered enough. So, no,” I refused. “You’ll both be with me because you want me, not because you want to use me to punish each other.”
I caressed their cocks with either hand, proving the depth of their desire for me. “Don’t make me choose. Please.”
My plea was a trigger, and their hands were on me, tearing at my clothes in a frenzy. Within seconds, I was naked, my tattered shirt and yoga pants tossed away.