Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 60951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
“Unnnh! Oh my god, oh my god, ohhhhhh!” she shrieks.
That does it. Marnie comes hard, knees buckling, thighs shaking so violently I think she’s going to collapse. Her orgasm is messy, fluids running down her legs, pooling on the hardwood, splashing our faces and chests, but I love it.
“Yes,” I rasp. “Give us that cream, little girl. Show us how much you need Daddies’ big dicks in your holes.”
Meanwhile, James and I both stroke ourselves to the edge as Marnie shakes and squeals between us. Then, we finish, him holding his dick up so that he sprays all over her ass, and me shooting creamy cum all over her stomach and tits. The sight of the beautiful young blonde, slick and marked with our semen, is the best thing I’ve ever seen.
Marnie collapses onto the sofa, trembling, breathing hard, hair wild, face flushed.
James leans in and kisses her, deep and slow, then wipes his chin with the back of his hand. “You’re a fucking goddess,” he says, voice raspy. “The kind of horny fuckslut who needs to be fucked relentlessly by Daddies’ big dicks. Isn’t that right?”
I sit beside her, pull her into my lap, and hold her until the shaking subsides. Marnie stares at us, eyes glittering but unseeing, mouth slack and open.
“What was that?” she asks in a dazed voice.
I grin.
“Just that you’re our little fuckslut, baby. But we didn’t trash your body, sweetheart. You didn’t even get dick in your holes this time around because tonight was just a preview. You got a glimpse of what’s to come because we’re going to take you through this step by step, baby. We’re going to show you what we like little by little until it’s time for the grand finale.”
“One taboo night?” the innocent blonde whispers.
“Yes, exactly,” I rasp with satisfaction.
Marnie stares at me, her blue eyes wide, as her cunt clenches reflexively. But then she nods and smiles.
“Yes, Daddies,” she mewls. “I’m ready to be yours. My body is yours to use however you please, and I look forward to learning.”
I smile because outside, the city glows.
But inside, we’re just getting started.
6
CHAPTER SIX – SECOND THOUGHTS
Marnie
If the glass walls of Gibson Grant were an organism, it would be a jellyfish: transparent, predatory, lit from within by currents of panic and lust and ambition. That’s what I tell myself as I mince down the twentieth-floor corridor, arms full of file folders, heels catching in the carpet every other step. My pulse stutters behind my breastbone, cold sweat prickling at the base of my scalp. There are thirty-three cameras between my desk and the copy room, and I can feel every one of them clocking my trajectory, judging the fact that my skirt is just a hair too tight, my blouse just a shade too sheer.
After all, my skin still feels alive from the way Brent’s hands gripped my waist last week, and there’s a stripe of bruising on the inside of my thigh where James sucked a mark. I feel it when I move, a flare of heat that triggers a hot-cold flush, my cheeks going pink enough to flag every HR algorithm on the floor. There’s no hiding the evidence, so I do what I always do: walk faster, chin up, eyes ahead. If I act like nothing’s wrong, maybe I’ll trick my own cells into believing it.
Yet I’ve been having second thoughts about our dirty deal because what girl wouldn’t? My entanglement with James and Brent last week was extraordinary, and in fact, I touch myself thinking about both gorgeous men, both alpha males stroking me while suckling my clit and licking my asshole. I need their cocks in me, but then I ask myself if I’m going batshit crazy. Am I really going trade my body to exonerate Stanley’s name? After all, my dad’s dead, and nothing’s going to bring him back.
It would be easier if I could just avoid both partners, but that’s impossible in a glass hive like this. I see them in every reflective surface—Gibson’s broad shoulders, Grant’s assassin smile—cutting the air like they own oxygen itself. I know their scent, their tread, the way the very atmosphere warps and tightens around them as they move.
The first time I spot them, they’re together in the corridor outside Jenkins’s office, backs to me, hunched in close conference. I double back fast, duck into the women’s restroom like it’s a safe house, and lock myself in the last stall, the one with the door that sticks and the floral spray that always reminds me of a funeral home.
My breathing is too loud. I press my hand to my chest and wait for the echo of my heartbeat to die down, but it only pounds harder. In the dead stillness, I notice my hands are trembling so badly I can’t get a grip on the folder in my hands. I close my eyes and try to count backward from ten, but every number brings me back to the deal: one night, two men, no limits, and a file of my father’s secrets at the end of it. I thought I’d be okay, that I could outmaneuver these crazy powerful men, that I could weaponize my own desire. But who am I kidding? Brent and James are wealthy corporate attorneys; I’m merely a mess.