Hide And Seek – Room Twenty-Two Read Online Mila Crawford

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, Mafia, Novella, Romance, Taboo Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 15030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
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I turn to my mother, wanting her to see the sincerity in my eyes and the conviction in my voice. “Yes. I was floating, and even when alone, I was lost. I didn’t know it until I found my home. Those three are it for me. Home. They may not be perfect, but they’re perfect for me. Can you understand that? They fulfill me. We might not be conventional, but we fit. We’re all puzzle pieces, and the picture’s not complete until we’re connected to each other.”

My eyes roam to my mother’s withered hands, evidence of the years of hard labor. Her eyes are glassy with unshed tears. “All I’ve ever wanted for you to be is happy and loved.”

“I am. Those three would do anything for me, Mom. They’ll burn the world down to protect me and keep me safe. I get all the support and encouragement I could want. They cherish me and worship the ground I walk on. They love me, Mom. More than their own lives. I’m happy and loved.”

“Then let’s walk you down the aisle.”

“I’m not sure if you’d call this an aisle.”

I take my mother’s hand as we walk out the veranda doors to the forest where it all started. “Oh, wow.”

“Isn’t it beautiful?” my mom asks. “The guys did it all. They made sure it was perfect.”

My eyes take in the white rose petals on the ground and the newly built high gazebo under the large, lush trees. But the best part is my three beautiful men standing there gazing at me like I’m the sun rising above the clouds on a cold winter’s day.

Holding my mother’s hand for dear life, I walk toward my future full of love.

Kian’s large, tattooed hand frames my face. “I would say you look beautiful, but the word doesn’t do you justice.’

Axel smirks before kissing my cheek. “I can’t wait to rip the wrapping paper off you so I can get to my present underneath.”

Ronan bends down, kissing my hand. “I’m blessed to be spending my life with you, Rabbit.”

“Okay, okay, this sappy shit is freaking me out. Well, except for you, Axel. You kept the cocky shit in your sappy line. Let’s get married already.”

Ronan winks at me before turning to our loved ones. “Thank you all for being here today. As you can see, this wedding is a little unorthodox, just like we are. Family is something you are born into or something you forge. I’ve been blessed because today, I get to say ‘I do’ to the three people I love. Since technically what we want to do isn’t legal in all fifty states, we’ve thrown a different shindig.”

Ronan eyes Kian, who’s slicing his hand with a blade. “We’re going to profess our love to family and friends and bind ourselves to each other our way.”

Kian passes the knife to Axel, who does the same thing. He hands it to Ronan, who repeats the action before finally, the knife gets to me.

The blood of my three men trickles from the blade, landing on the white rose petals. I inhale the fresh air around me as I slice my palm.

I hold up my hand as each man presses his palm against mine before merging them into each other. We link our hands, forming a circle, and chant in unison, “Today, I marry my best friends, my lovers, my confidants, my soulmates. Until death do us part, and even then, we’ll find each other.”

“Should we kiss?” Axel asks, his voice low and husky.

Kian and Ronan gaze at each other before they all turn to me. I laugh, throwing my arms around them, pulling them to me before I crush my mouth to theirs, and we kiss. A four-way act of debauchery in front of everybody.

Chapter

Eleven

KIAN

“We got you a present, wife.” I dangle the diamond choker in front of her. A thin band with a larger diamond circle in the front.

“You did? I didn’t get you anything.”

I push back from her, placing the necklace around her neck and clasping it. “You’re about to.”

I pull out the vial from my pocket and cut her chest with the same knife we used during the ceremony. My cock thickens at the sight of her fresh blood oozing from her chest. “I want your blood, Sweet Girl.”

My hand trembles as I place the vial under the cut. I watch as it pools drop by drop until it fills. “You have your collar, and I’ve got mine. I’m yours, Stella, tied to you in every single way. There’s no escaping me.”

Ronan pulls on his necklace, a gold chain. “I had a lock of your hair melted with gold to make the chain.”

Her eyes fall to Axel, who has a wicked grin on his face. He tugs at his necklace. “Remember when I made you squirt into that water bottle?” Stella nods. “There’s an artist who makes jewelry from bodily fluids. I got her to make this from your cum.”


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