Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
My lips peeled off my teeth. “Ivy, get out.”
“Make me.”
“You do not want to play this game with me.”
That smile melted into a smirk. “What are you going to do? Spank me? I learned my lesson with Jacques and tied you to the metal frame. You’re not getting out of these.”
Zeus save me, why the fuck didn’t I stick with men? I’m bi. I have no excuse.
“You’ll have to let me out sometime.”
“And I’m looking forward to it. You’ll find out how well I take a paddle then.” She kissed me bold as shit. “It’s three in the morning. I’m going back to sleep. Want me to fix your pillow, or pull the blankets up?”
My glare burned her alive.
“Okay then, good night, baby.”
I stared in complete disbelief as she pulled up the covers, dropped her head on my chest, and dozed off.
The doorknob rattled. Roan snuck inside, wearing nothing but silk boxers slung low on his hips.
“Good, you’re here. Let me out of these things.”
He cocked his head, closing the distance. “Why would I do that? You’d only kick our shared pet out of bed.”
“Roan.” I barely recognized the growl as coming from my throat. “I fucking swear.”
“Can’t do it, love.” The bastard popped another mocking kiss on my lips. “But I promise you can punish me for it in the morning.”
“Count on that.”
“Oooh,” he teased, sliding in on my other side. He slung his arm over the both of us—his erection poking my thigh. Even the thought of his coming punishment turned him on. More threats would only get him harder, and would not secure my release.
I stewed for a full two hours, alternating between yanking on the ties and glowering at the schemer and traitor using me as their pillow. At some point, I drifted off and woke to the shower running. A look from left to right confirmed I was still tied to the bed, but Ivy and Roan weren’t with me.
The water shut off and Roan padded out, clad in a towel.
“Where is she?”
He shook out his hair, splattering me in droplets. At this point, he was being an ass to increase the number of lashes his bare ass had coming. The shrink was right. Roan’s need to make a situation worse was pathological.
“She’s gone. Had an early morning class.” Dropping the towel, Roan straddled me. “You look tense, love. Want a blowjob?”
“Did you tell her to do this!” I strained in the ties, bellowing. “What the hell are you thinking, Roan? Were you trying to sabotage her? Because you know the only thing that was going to do is piss me off.”
Roan reached between us, palming my cock. I was surprising myself with the feral snarls I was making. This guy was doing a terrible job reading the mood.
“No,” he said, his palms slick and wet sliding on my dick. “I wasn’t sabotaging her. It was the best way to get you two in the same room and talking. You’re being very stubborn and I’m getting tired of it. She isn’t a different person, Legend. Not in any way that matters. Why are you holding this against her? Ivy didn’t want any of it.”
I gritted my teeth, fighting the wave of pleasure spreading up my chest as he rolled his thumb over the precum gathering on my tip. Distracting me with sex would work as well as guilting me.
“She is a different person. How do you not see it? Everything is different from the way she talks, eats, thinks, and what she says. We’re the sum total of our experiences, Roan, and for two years, she had someone else’s experiences in her head. What is it that you’re not seeing that everyone else is!”
Roan didn’t slow his pumping. “I do see all of those things. She orders a latte with her cinnamon sugar bagel instead of iced tea, and watches crime shows instead of sci-fi now. But all of that is surface, Legend. Know why? Because she never had her sister’s experiences in her head. She didn’t live her life, love, she only shared it with her.
“Ivy copied the things she saw and heard Rainey do, but all she was ever doing was playing pretend. Everything else was Ivy. The pain of losing her grandmother—that was real. The effect of Cavendish’s and the Black Letter Crew’s torture—that was real. Falling for five unrepentant bastards and choosing not once, but twice to stay with us—that was real. Sacrificing herself to save us—that was real, Legend.”
He picked up the pace, trapping a grunt in my chest. Pissed or not, I couldn’t deny the man gave good hand jobs.
“What other experiences could possibly matter beside those?” Roan demanded. “Everything else is trivia. Ivy is loyal. She’s ours. And she still wields a riding crop like the yummy little minx she is.” Roan released me the moment my balls tightened, climbing off the bed.