Room Twenty-Two – Hide and Seek Read Online Mila Crawford

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32219 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
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He dips his head in the crook of my neck. “You want me to paint, don’t you, Stella?”

My throat catches, but I manage a raspy, “Yes.”

He slips his robe from my shoulders, exposing my flesh to his predatory eyes. “Then I’m gonna need some inspiration.” He pushes me back until my legs hit the back of the wingback chair next to his easel. “Have a seat, beautiful, and spread your legs for me. Show me my pussy.”

My body ignites under his intense stare. Something animalistic and dominant in his eyes hits my clit, making my center pool with moisture. “Don’t close your legs. I might need a snack.”

He turns and unveils a half-finished painting. It’s beautiful. A forest with two guys kissing. A girl is tied to a tree, and another man is eating her out. It’s erotic and dirty and does all kinds of things to my body because it forces me to remember everything they made me experience today.

Kian paints like the wind. It’s graceful and dangerous. His hands swipe along the canvas with no apparent method to his madness, but as soon as he’s done, pretty leaves appear on the trees or debris on the forest floor. It’s magic. I’ve never seen anything as mesmerizing as watching Kian paint.

I’m so lost regarding this man make beautiful art that I miss his frustrated sigh. He goes from dancing with his hands to throwing his brush against the wall and his hands fisted by his side.

“What’s wrong?”

“None of these reds are right,” he spits in frustration.

“Can you blend them?”

“No, I’ve tried. It’s not right.”

My eyes flash to Kian’s hand, moving across various pallet knives before it stops on a silver, pen-shaped Exacto knife. He grips the metal in his hand before turning to me. My heart pounds violently in my chest, not out of fear but excitement.

“Hold still, Stella.” His voice is dark and erotic.

I keep my position, not budging as he walks toward me and bends down. His eyes are on my pussy as one of his hands roams up my thigh, and the other holds the Exacto knife.

He stops right at the juncture where my pussy meets my thigh. “Be a good girl and hold still.”

His tongue laps at my folds as the sharp point of the Exacto knife slices my skin. The sting of the blade and the blissful pleasure of his tongue on my clit are so euphoric I think I’m having some sort of out-of-body experience. Kian moves his mouth from my pussy and licks the cut he made.

He rises, returns a moment later with a fine art brush, and dips it into my blood. “This. This is the shade of red I was looking for.” Kian paints with my blood as if it’s the most normal thing on the planet.

When he finishes, he places the brush down and gazes at me. His eyes hold a softness, a shocking tenderness from a man like Kian. “This is who I am, Stella. I’m not someone who will bring you roses or make you candlelight dinners. That’s why we’re okay with sharing you. Ronan will provide you with those things. Axel will push you, and I will set you on fire. We’ve been looking for someone to complete us. That’s you. But I promise no one will hold you against your will. The choice has to be yours. You have to want to be ours. We’re not whole, not good enough for you on our own, but the three of us together will make you happy. We’ll make you the center of our fucked-up world.”

My heart constricts at his words, and I nod, not sure I know what else to say.

Kian walks over and lifts me off the chair before carrying me to the bed. He spreads my legs, moves his head to my pussy, and starts eating me out. His tongue works furiously but carefully as he flicks my clit and sucks it between his teeth. He inserts nothing in me, just glides his tongue along my flesh, making my entire body shiver in desperate need.

“Be a good girl and hold still. Daddy is hungry. You taste so good, Sweet Girl. I want you to be the last thing on my tongue every night before I go to bed and the first thing every morning when I wake up.”

My hands tangle in his sheets, my hips buck up, and I come. Kian kisses my pussy before he lifts me and tucks me under the covers. “Sweet dreams for my Sweet Girl.”

Chapter Sixteen

AXEL

Two. A.M.

Another night where I can’t sleep. It’s been two weeks, and Stella hasn’t spoken to Ronan or me. She’s been sleeping with Kian every night as if she belongs to him. She doesn’t, and I’m tired of waiting.

Ronan keeps saying we need to give her time, but fuck that. Two weeks is plenty of time. There’s no way in fuckin’ hell I’m gonna give up and let Kian have her. I hear her at night fucking him, refusing to let us in. Ronan and I have been fuckin each other pretending it’s her cunt we’re lost in, like pathetic love sick puppies.



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