Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Then he moved behind him. “I want to bind your wrists. If that’s a hard limit, say so now.”
Loki ground his teeth together. He didn’t want this, right?
And yet . . . part of him did.
He shoved his hands behind him and Remy tied him up with the scarf. It was strange, he thought he’d feel panicked. As though he couldn’t get away. Trapped. But all he felt was free . . .
“If you need anything to stop, you say red,” Remy commanded. The other man’s hand came around his neck, clasping onto the front and holding his head up.
“You see our girl, Loki?”
“Yes,” he said.
“She’s safe. Isn’t she?”
“She might not have been. If I’d been seconds too late . . .” It didn’t bear thinking about.
Isa sank to her knees, tears streaming down her face.
Panic flooded him. “Tink . . .”
What was he doing? She’d just been in the hospital. She needed rest. To be taken care of.
Not to be here, witnessing this.
“She’s all right,” Remy whispered. “I’m monitoring her. Soon, she’s going to be tucked up in bed, with her men sandwiching her in. Keeping her safe.”
“Nooo,” he groaned.
Remy tightened his hold on Loki’s neck. “Yes. Because you do deserve her. She’s yours.”
But she shouldn’t be.
“Was there anything you could have done differently to save your unit?”
He couldn’t answer. Then Remy tightened his hold on his neck, restricting his breath.
He stared at his girl. She looked so sad.
Remy loosened his hold and he sucked in breath after breath, clearing his mind.
Could he have done anything differently? He thought it over.
“I could have told them not to go.” Even he knew that answer was ridiculous.
Loki hadn’t been in charge of those sorts of decisions.
“No, you couldn’t,” Remy said calmly. “There was someone else in charge that day, wasn’t there?”
He nodded.
“And you’re not a mind reader. You didn’t know what was going to happen.”
No, he hadn’t known.
“No, I didn’t know.”
“Good. You’re doing so well. I know it was hard to lose them. But it wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t save them.”
He closed his eyes and Remy tugged his head back using his hair. The pain had him opening his eyes, looking up at the other man.
“You couldn’t have saved them, Loki. You did the best you could. And you came back. You had to come back to take care of Tink.”
“But I didn’t. She’s sick. She could have been raped.”
“Did you know she was sick?” Remy asked.
“No.”
“Did she tell you about her boss?”
“No. But I should have known.”
“Are you a mind reader now? Should I have known? Is this my fault?” Remy’s gaze moved to their girl and he loosened his hold on Loki’s hair so he could look too.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” she whispered. “That’s on me. It’s all on me.”
God, he hated seeing her like this. He pulled at his restraints but Remy had tied his wrists tight. Remy reached down and drew his boxers down. Isa’s gaze went to his erection.
“Isa, come here and make our boy’s dick nice and hard,” Remy commanded.
“She doesn’t have to.”
Fuck, she shouldn’t even be awake right now. She needed sleep.
Remy tugged at his hair, drawing his head back. “You are not in charge right now. The only way to stop me is to say your safeword, understand?”
Loki stared up at him. “Yes.”
“Good boy. I am aware I haven’t asked your limits, if I cross them, say your safeword. Isa . . .”
Remy kept Loki’s head back at a painful angle as Isa took his cock into her mouth. Her warmth surrounded him, making him groan. Loki instantly started to harden. God, her mouth felt so good.
“Do you think she’d want this if she didn’t love you? Didn’t trust you?”
“How can she trust me if she didn’t tell me what was going on?”
“Good question.” Remy loosened his hold and Loki stared down at where she was on her hands and knees in front of him, taking his cock deep.
God, it felt so good.
“You don’t come without my permission,” Remy said, his hand once again on the back of Loki’s neck.
Fuck.
“Isa? Do you trust Loki? Enough to tell him when you’re in trouble? Hurting? Ill?” Remy asked.
Isa drew back onto her heels. “Yes, of course. I didn’t . . . I didn’t keep it to myself because of you, Ki-Ki. It was me. All me. I knew you’d insist on taking care of me. And I didn’t . . . I couldn’t . . . doctors . . . hospitals . . . mom. I was going to tell you, but Shawn dangled that promotion in front of me and I thought everything would get better. Please, Ki-Ki, I’m sorry.”
He shook his head. He couldn’t understand why she was saying sorry to him.
“Not you. Me.”
“No, Ki-Ki. Listen to me. I love you. I trust you. I messed up and I’m sorry.” She cupped his face between her hands. “None of this is on you. It’s on me.”