Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 67362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
“Do you really want everyone to see what is yours?”
I almost grin. Almost.
“So, we’re playing this game now, huh?” I taunt.
Something close to fear sparks in her gray eyes, “Cam,” she pleads softly, looking to him for help, but little does she know, Cam isn’t running this show. I am.
“He can’t help you, and even if he could, he wouldn’t.” I curl my lip, anger boiling over at the audacity she has to look to him, “You’re going to wear the dress, and yes, everyone will look at you, but they will know when they see you with us that you’re ours, and that will be significant enough for them, and if it isn’t, then we will handle it. But you’re wearing that dress, even if I have to put it on you myself.”
My jaw aches as I clench it, waiting for her objection, but it never comes. Instead, she gets up and walks into the closet. A second later, she appears before me, the dress in her hands. She strips out of her clothes, and I can’t stop myself from dragging my gaze over her naked chest and bare belly.
Full tits that my cock would fit perfectly between.
Fuck. I’m hard as steel in an instant, and I curl my hands into tight fists to stop myself from reaching out to touch her. Maintaining eye contact, she steps into the dress and shimmy’s it up her body. I watch her body disappear beneath the tight fabric and damn near curse when she turns around, holding the dress in place with her hands.
“At least zip me up,” she says, tossing some of her blonde hair over her shoulder. I want to bite that soft skin, mark her.
Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Cameron snickering on the bed.
Fucker.
“Of course,” I force my fist to uncurl and grab onto the tiny zipper, dragging it upward. As soon as she’s completely zipped up, I drop my hand and take a step back. She whirls around, and I drink her in, getting my first view of her. The dress hugs her body perfectly, and her breasts swell out the top.
Maybe she was right, she shouldn’t wear this thing out of the house. Fuck, if I tell her that though.
“Happy?” She crosses her arms over her chest, drawing my attention back to her breasts. Fuck me.
Swallowing down my arousal, I refuse to let her know how hard I am for her right now, and how right she is about not wearing this dress out of the house.
“Very,” I force a smile, knowing damn well I’ll be in at least one fistfight by the end of the night.
Stella sticks out like a flower in a field full of weeds as she brings the cup to her lips. She doesn’t belong here, with us, mingling with the Blackthorn assholes. Not because she’s less than people here, but because she is better than us.
She’s kind, sweet to the core and naive in the best ways. Anyone in this room can see that from a mile away. All of us are corrupted by money, sex, and secrets. Her, she’s like a butterfly, innocent, beautiful, full of light. Free, with nothing holding her back.
Parker and his girlfriend, Willow, show up shortly after we arrive. Annoyingly, Stella becomes glued to Willow’s side. They drink and mingle, and even I find myself relaxing a little, sipping at my beer, and watching Stella as she enjoys herself, maybe a little more than she should.
“Shit, that bitch is coming over here,” Cameron elbows me in the side, and I drag my gaze away from Stella and over to Carly, who is headed toward us like a heat-seeking missile.
“Easton,” she coo’s once within earshot, batting her long thick lashes at me like that’s going to get me to undo my pants and fuck her.
“Carly,” I greet, letting my eyes roam over her. She’s wearing a dress similar to Stella’s but where Stella is soft, real, and innocent. Carly is fake, not only in the way she acts but in every sense of the word. She hides behind makeup and her daddy’s money, and I’m not interested in that. But that doesn’t mean I can’t pretend to be.
I can feel Stella watching me, and I allow myself to sneak a look at her. Her delicate jaw is clenched, and she looks like a kitten ready to explode with anger.
“Want to go upstairs?” Carly steps closer and places a well-manicured hand against my chest. I look down at it, and then over at Stella. A few weeks ago, I would have said yes in a heartbeat, but now the only person I’m interested in is Stella. I have to admit, I do like seeing her reaction right now. I like seeing the fire in her eyes flicker, it tells me that she’s in just as deep with us as we are with her.