Total pages in book: 181
Estimated words: 181613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 908(@200wpm)___ 726(@250wpm)___ 605(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 181613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 908(@200wpm)___ 726(@250wpm)___ 605(@300wpm)
But when his lips and tongue leave mine, that same devious grin spreads on his face, and my dick throbs.
Actually throbs.
And instead of punching the ever-living shit out of him, I grab his face with both hands and kiss him again.
CHAPTER 41
Apollo
Finally, I have him right where I want him.
Yielding.
Begging.
Craving that fucking kiss that I have been wanting to give to him since I first saw him hungering over our encounter in the gym.
All this pretending has gotten him nowhere.
We both know what he wants, but he’s a terrible, terrible liar.
I grin against his lips as he keeps on kissing me while I’m just enjoying the view of a desperate little twink high on lust.
“Fuck …” Grey groans into my mouth, the sound of his moans making my hard-on throb.
I grasp him by the hair and slam my lips back on his, thrusting my tongue inside to enjoy him thoroughly, inside out. And oh boy, do I intend to fucking enjoy every inch of this boy’s body.
Aspen
A deal for a deal. Just like my Ghost offered me.
Something so familiar shouldn’t be so daunting yet …
The moment Apollo kissed Grey, it felt like I was being deprived, and I don’t know if it’s because I’m jealous of Apollo or jealous of Grey.
Their fiery kiss is completely out of control, and I’m left with a wantonness I can’t describe. After what Grey and I did tonight, the fire in me is blazing out of control, searching for a way to combust, and with Apollo’s delectable kisses, he’s set off a chain reaction I can no longer control.
The moment his lips leave Grey’s, he grabs my neck and pulls me in, closer, closer, until my lips collide with Grey, and we kiss with an unquenchable thirst for more. I can taste his seedy desires, his need for me to be taken while he watches, and something about that is just so damn hot I can’t stop wanting more.
More, more, more, so much more.
I kiss Grey hard, burying all of my rage in my lust for him, while Apollo’s hands gravitate to my waist, slipping under my shirt toward my chest. But worst of all, I don’t want him to stop. He cups my breasts, squeezing as he plants dirty kisses all over the back of my neck, and I moan into Grey’s mouth.
“I’ve always wanted to do this,” Apollo whispers into my ear, lulling me into submission as he begins to toy with my nipples. “To share you with him and kiss you until you can’t tell us apart anymore.”
His words are like an aphrodisiac, and when Grey’s lips lower to my chin, Apollo takes over, tilting my head upward as he towers over me and kisses me upside down. His tongue swipes across the seam of my mouth, and for some reason, I actually let him in.
These boys with these devious kisses have taken over my mind, and I don’t want them to stop. I know we should. I know it isn’t right. But then why does it feel so damn good?
“You taste of him,” he groans into my mouth. “Delicious.”
Apollo’s lips are tantalizing as he roams my mouth, groaning with delight, and I’m slowly turning into a puddle in his hands while Grey’s mouth scours my clavicles, pressing delectable kisses everywhere he goes. And slowly but surely, my shirt is being taken off.
I’m sandwiched between two men who yearn for me so badly they’ve resigned to sharing me instead just so they can both have a taste, and I’m not even sure I mind.
When the kiss stops, my lips still zing with the need for more, but Apollo slams his lips onto Grey’s mouth instead while I’m still between them. Their hands are all over my body. Apollo twists my nipples, making me moan out loud, while Grey’s fingers dive between my legs. He rolls them around my slit while kissing Apollo, and I don’t think I’ve ever experienced anything sexier than this.
“God, I’m so hungry for you both,” Apollo murmurs against Grey’s lips, slipping his hand down my body, only for him to grab Grey’s dick pressed up against me.
Grey whimpers into Apollo’s mouth. His ravenous lips pull away from Grey, only to connect with mine again in delirium while he’s still fondling Grey right through the fabric of his pants. I don’t know why I’m doing this, why I’m letting this happen, why I don’t want them to stop.
Both of these boys are violent killers, capable of ruination, and a part of me wonders if one of them could be my Ghost, fulfilling the promise of filthy pleasure in exchange for death.
What if it’s true? What if one of them has been lying to keep their secret safe from me? From family, friends? From the one we want to kill?