Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Large hands grip my throat as he dips my head back and crashes his helmet to mine before his other hand roams suggestively over my body. I’m sure if he could, he’d kiss me or lick up my face. Iggy lives for sensationalism, anything to make people talk. How does one touch from this man set my entire world spinning? A part of me wants him to never touch me again, while another would do anything to keep his hands on me forever. His touch is both an affliction an and assuagement. Trapping me in a turbulent abyss that brings the greatest heights and the lowest lows.
Somehow, Iggy and I have created a quagmire between us. A relationship which functioned with ease and comfort is now riddled with volatile and lascivious fervor that neither one of us has the mental or emotional competency to navigate.
When Iggy removes his hands from my body, I feel relief and dejection simultaneously. I’m not sure how my dueling emotions and thoughts can cohabitate in my mind, but they do. Another facet of the conundrum when dealing with my splintered mind and how it lives in the fringes of madness. Unsure of what thoughts to process and which feelings to unleash.
My teeth grind viciously against each other as my eyes fixate on his gyrating body and his guitar laying limp by his hip. Iggy didn’t even seem to be fazed by the proximity of our bodies a moment ago, while my body trembles and my fingers shake as they press down on the keys.
Fuck this.
Fuck him.
He doesn’t get to act like nothing is amiss when he strikes the match and sets it all ablaze. It’s Iggy who is the chaos demon that needs the high of disorder and insanity. I’d finally found myself in a place where I didn’t look in the mirror and hate myself, and then he had to come around and destroy the fragile peace I had constructed for myself.
When we get to the hotel, we’re immediately bombarded by the small group of scantily-clad women waiting on the sidelines. I’m about to move past them and head back to my room when I catch a woman with her venomous hands all over Iggy’s chest inside the small hotel restaurant.
“I’m up for anything, baby,” she says as she scrapes her fingers on his long black coat. “I’ll even let you pee on me, Daddy, if that’s what you’re into.”
“Why don’t you wait for me at the bar? I’ll be right with you.”
The girl giggles and shakes her ass as he chats up another girl. He’s probably hoping for a threesome at best and an orgy at worst.
Every logical thought in my brain tells me to mind my own business and carry on with the plans I’d intended, but I don’t. I step up to the girl and smile. “If you’re lookin’ for a good time, sweetheart, you’re obviously with the wrong man.”
She smiles as her fingers curl a piece of her hair. “Oh, my god. You’re Mayhem. The way you play the keyboard is sheer artistry.” Her eyes glance to my hands. “Your fingers are magic.”
I smirk as I lean forward, caging her between my arms. Her body trembles as I move a strand of her hair from her face and tuck it behind her ear. “You’ve got no idea what these magic fingers are capable of.”
The girl shivers under my touch, and I know I’ve got her. I don’t want her, but I’ve definitely got her.
“Striker told me to wait for him over here. Maybe we can all party together?”
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll make sure you get a taste of Striker after I’m done with you.”
Her eyes scan the space beyond me, and her body stiffens. I turn my head to find she’s staring at Iggy as he flirts with another girl.
“Oh yes,” I say, “Striker doesn’t do solo sessions. With him there’s always sharing involved.” Her lips part as I glide the pad of my thumb along her bottom lip. “You could have the best of both worlds. My undivided attention followed by a party that will blow your mind.”
The girl’s pupils dilate and she inhales a deep breath, making her top that barely covers her tits slide up, exposing the bottom of her pink nipples.
“So, what do you say, sweetheart?”
CHAPTER 5
Iggy
“Fuck me, Daddy,” the girl screams as she works her entire hand into her pussy. A sexy-as-hell girl fisting her own cunt should turn me on. After all, I’m a red-blooded male in his late twenties, but I’m flaccid as fuck.
I really hate being called Daddy. I’m five, maybe six years older than her and she wants me to spank her, call her a good girl while she screams for Daddy as she gets pounded. To be honest, that shit creeps me out.