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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I tried to talk to her at the wedding, but every time she saw me approach, she ran like I petrified her. Later, I found out she’d spotted us beating up a football player in our senior year of high school. She didn’t know why we kicked the shit out of him until he was gasping for his final breaths, but we had reasons, good ones.

From that day she became the only thing we craved, and nothing we did could make it go away.

Kian’s art took a very dark and obsessive turn. Ronan stopped fucking everything that walked, and I started stalking her, taking little mementos where I could. Like an addict, I fly to her campus every week and watch her for a few days, needing the hit to take the edge off.

One of the reasons we started fuckin’ around with each other was to get some relief from our obsession with her because no other woman would do once she crawled deep under our skin. We care about each other, so it’s not like we’re completely using one another to get our rocks off. Sexuality is a fucked-up construct, but I can confidently say Stella is the pinnacle for all of us.

It’s probably wrong that when we catch her, we’re going to take what we want without remorse, but it’s her fault for getting into our bloodstream like a fuckin’ virus.

“Fuckin’ her won’t keep her under control, and it won’t make her ours,” Ronan says. “You know what we’ve gotta do.”

I nod.

Kian smirks as he rolls up his sleeves. “Don’t worry. We’ll make her a quiet and willing little toy.”

“Ready?” I ask.

The guys nod, and we walk down the stairs and out the back doors, watching Stella run amongst the trees.

We catch up to her in no time; her strides are no match for ours. “You can run, but you’ll never be able to hide.”

She turns around, tripping on a rock and falling to her knees. She gathers herself and starts to run, but I grab her by the waist and pull her toward me. “I like you in that position, Kitten. You look mighty fine on your knees, like a good girl.”

She struggles to get away, pushing her fat ass against my cock, making it hard as fuck. She doesn’t seem to understand that the more she struggles, the more I want her. My hands roam her body, and I grab her tits. Shock runs through me as I rub her pebbled nipples. “The chase turn you on?”

“No!” she yells.

I push her toward a tree, my body covering hers like a blanket. She inhales when I press my cock against her, making her feel every fuckin’ inch of me. My hand climbs to her throat, and I press my fingers into her jugular. Her eyes go round, and her fear is so palatable I could drown in it. “What’s the matter, sweetheart? You like watching from the sidelines, but you don’t want to take part in the game?”

I trail my free hand down her body, stopping at her giant tits. Her fuckin’ tits. They are a goddamn work of art. Perfect, perky, and massive. I grab a handful of her decadent flesh and dig my fingers in. “These tits have haunted my dreams.”

Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t fight me. Disappointing, although my throbbing cock doesn’t give a fuck. I skim my nose along her neck, trailing up to her ear. I growl my frustration and need before I suck her delicate flesh so hard I know I’ll be leaving my mark.

Good. I want her to walk around with my scent and bruises on her, to feel me for days. She’s at my mercy. Mine.

Abandoning her breasts, my hand slides down her flesh. I caress every luscious curve of her body, gliding to the hem of her dress and fisting the material to expose her creamy thighs.

She flinches as my hand travels on her bare skin. My fingers slip into her panties, and I’m greeted with her slickness as my other hand laces through her dark hair and tugs her head back. My eyes lock with hers, and I smirk. “It must be so confusing to want to fuck someone you can’t stand.”

“Please! I’ve got… it’s my…”

My hand moves to her entrance. We both freeze.

“Kitten, I’m a real man. That won’t stop me,” I say as I pull her tampon out of her cunt and dangle the blood-covered material in front of her face.

Before she can respond, I discard her tampon and replace it with not one but two fingers. Removing them from her drenched cunt, I show them to her. Shock flashes across her face as I suck on my fingers, devouring her in my mouth.

“Tastes good, baby. I can’t wait to have you sitting on my face like a wanton whore.”



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