Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
No way. No freaking way.
There’s deep satisfaction in James’s voice. “Good. I would hate to have come home early for no reason.”
CHAPTER 23
Colt stands, waiting in front of me. If anybody wants to start laughing, now would be the time to do it. I’m still waiting, still hoping, even though every passing moment makes it less likely that I’m getting out of this.
“Get up.” His voice is flat, like he’s left every ounce of humanity behind. He takes me by the arm when I don’t move fast enough and hauls me to my feet. I’m expecting somebody to yell gotcha and laugh at me. Why aren’t they laughing?
James unbuckles his belt and takes his time about sliding it free before handing it to Nix, who stands behind me and takes my wrists in one hand. I guess I’m too deep in shock to try to fight. All I can do is stand still, frozen in terror, disgust, and disbelief. This is actually happening. They are really going to go through with this, aren’t they? Nix cinches the belt tight enough that I grit my teeth against a pained gasp.
“On your knees.” Nix doesn’t wait for me to move. His hands are on my shoulders, shoving me down onto my knees. The sound of Colt’s zipper being lowered catches my attention, and from the corner of my eye, I see him taking himself out of his shorts. He sits down, and Nix sits beside him, also freeing himself.
But it’s James’s zipper that makes my blood run cold, the thought of him being part of this. Bile rushes up and fills my throat, and I’m afraid I’m about to throw up all over myself. Maybe if I do, they won’t make me go through with this. It’s almost tempting enough to make me let loose—though I might end up being punished for that in some humiliating way. Which would be worse?
“Come on, now,” James murmurs. “Give me a good show. Be a good girl and suck those cocks, and maybe I won’t have to fuck your face myself.”
Oh no. Not that. Anything but that. I’d rather go through with this than give him an excuse to do that. There’s not so much as a sliver of sympathy in the eyes of either of my stepbrothers, both of them stroking themselves in front of me.
“Get to work,” James mutters. I don’t dare glance his way. I don’t want to see what he’s doing. I would rather pretend he isn’t here.
Nobody would believe this if I tried to tell them. I know that for sure. Because this is unimaginable.
I’m sure nobody would believe I was unconscious when I got their name tattooed on my ass, either. No, they’ve set me up beautifully, haven’t they? I’m completely under their control now. And it looks like I have a job to do, or else the nightmare is only going to get worse.
I shuffle forward on my knees and position myself between Colt’s spread thighs. He’s closest to me, so I might as well take care of him first.
There are tears in my eyes as I lean down, catching the tip of his dick with my tongue. He sighs softly, still stroking, directing himself to my mouth. Feeding himself to me. I lift my eyes and meet his gaze for the first time since this started, but there’s no reading what’s going on behind those eyes. His expression is blank and detached. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he doesn’t want to be here. But he is certainly hard enough—which means this can’t bother him too much, if at all.
“Get to it,” James grunts. “Suck that cock. Show me how much you love it.”
I open my mouth a little and take him inside, lowering my head until my lips touch the base of his shaft. Colt sinks a hand into my hair, groaning as I lift my head before plunging down again. I just have to get through this, that’s all. I can’t think about it. I just have to do it and get it over with.
“That’s right. Take it all,” James grunts. His breathing is already starting to quicken as he jerks off to the sight of me going down on his son.
I increase the pressure from my tongue, hoping it will get this over with faster, but Colt pulls my hair a little in response. “Slow down. Not so hard.” So much for that.
“She’s eager,” James observes with approval in his voice. “She can’t wait to drink your cum. Give it to her.”
Oh god. I want to die.
“That’s right,” Colt whispers, moving his hips in time with my movements. “That’s nice. Suck it.”
“Don’t be so fucking greedy.” Nix takes me by the throat and lifts me away from Colt, pulling me closer to his own hard, dripping dick. “Remind me how good you are. Don’t act like you didn’t like it the first time.”