Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
“Jesus fuck, watch her face as she stretches for you,” Milo breathed out, and I could hear the rhythmic slapping of his hand running harshly up and down his shaft. When I looked over at him, I saw he’d used some of my shampoo as lotion. These filthy, fucked-up men.
I flipped around in the water as Janus bent over, half in the bathwater now as he massaged me and his fingers kept thrusting in my ass.
And I came as his fingertips breached the ring of muscle at my anus.
Right as Leander slammed the bathroom door open, looking furious.
“Anyone wanna tell me what the fuck is going on here?”
FOUR
HOPE
“I’m fucking my fiancée, obviously,” Janus said calmly, not letting his hands up from my ass or pussy. “That’s what’s going on.”
I could only writhe in the water. Leander’s fury just made me come harder. He’d abandoned me but Janus loved me. So maybe I was putting on a little extra performance.
Or maybe Janus and Milo were simply making me come so hard there was nothing else to do but—
I screamed into the towel again, my eyes all but rolling backwards in my head.
“Get your hands off her,” Leander roared. “We have rules! I said to keep her tied to the fucking bed.”
Janus kept finger-fucking me, working his three fingers deeper in my ass. “Rules?” he said sarcastically. “Yeah, like we discuss shit before making decisions? You threw out the rule book first, bro. Seems to me we get to make our own rules from here on out.”
It was not the right thing to say to Leander at that moment but considering the way Janus was pleasuring me out of my goddamned mind, I couldn’t exactly be the reasonable one and deescalate the situation. Plus… I agreed with Janus. Leander was an asshole and— oh, oh, oh—
“Get your hands out of my fucking woman!” Leander roared.
“Your woman?” Janus laughed, hands working me even harder. His undershirt was soaked with water and it splashed out of the bathtub onto the floor as he manhandled my body. “She’s my fiancée. If anyone’s outta line here, seems like it’s you, bro. You sure seemed cozy with Lena tonight. Hashtag Lender trending?”
“No, you fuck. The only thing anyone could ask me about was you and the mysterious woman you’d suddenly declared you were engaged to. How the fuck do you think this looks? I’m trying to fly under the radar and you pull this fucking stunt?”
Janus froze, his jovial mask slipping before he picked up his sensual torture again. “Because everything’s about you, isn’t it, brother? I couldn’t possibly be thinking about the woman who’s having our baby. I couldn’t possibly be thinking about my own future and happiness for once, could I?”
Leander stood there fuming.
Meanwhile, I writhed in the tub, gasping for air and coming, and, oh God—
Janus was rotating the fingers in my ass. He flattened them and he was rotating long fingers back and forth as he pushed in and out. Meanwhile, his hand deep in my pussy pressed against a spot so far inside—at the same time as he thrust in with his three fingers up my ass—
“Oh God!!!” I cried.
“See how happy I make her?” Janus addressed his brother, who still stood with his arms crossed in the doorway, emitting fury like a cloud. “I make her come harder and longer than you ever could. You aren’t the boss of any of us.”
Leander looked like his gasket was about to blow.
Instead, he just gritted out through clenched teeth, “Just keep your cock out of that pussy. No one fucks her cunt again until my doctor checks her out.”
He glared at us all. “And finish the fuck up. The reason I didn’t ream your ass out for disobedience at the premiere was because I was locking up a backroom deal. Considering I just inked a four-month contract for my next movie and I write checks to every fucking one of you, yes, I actually am the boss of you. I’m the new Jason Steele. Filming starts in Venice next week. We need to get our asses on a flight in about”—he looked at the expensive watch on his wrist— “two hours.”
“But Henry Cavill got that part,” Janus said, his hands on me pausing.
“He dropped out due to an injury. So why don’t you get your hands out of her cunt and get fucking packing so you can do your damn job. Or am I the only one concerned with earning a goddamned paycheck around here?”
With that, Leander roughly yanked at the knot of his tie and slammed the bathroom door shut behind him.
I collapsed, sinking all the way underneath the water until my body was entirely submerged and my hair floated above me.
It was peaceful under here, quiet. And I could feel the residual pleasure Janus had brought me to over and over again resounding in my body, echoing throughout the water and back.