Blurb: They caught me. Naked, shivering and dripping after a spontaneous swim in the forest. Two rugged men whose hard gazes captivated and scared me all at once.
They warned me. Told me I was on private property and I needed to obey the law…or I would be punished.
The idea of them both punishing me, pleasuring me, kept tormenting me. I couldn’t want them. I shouldn’t. But I did.
I didn’t mean to trespass again. I thought I could retreat without notice. But they’re coming for me.
To show me the pleasure in pain. To show me just how right forbidden can feel. And to love me twice as hard as I ever fantasized.
Clarke reaches behind him into his waistband, and removes a long thick hunting knife.
I press back into Luke, a gasp leaving my lips. My cardigan falls open.
Clarke just shakes his head, and casually takes my blouse in hand. His knife glides through it like a birthday cake. He makes a tsking sound that seems to say, “Silly child, as if we’d hurt you.”
But I don’t believe the sound at all. Cool steel brushes my sternum. There’s danger in the blade, danger in the way they toy with me, but most of all there’s danger in Clarke’s cool eyes.
I hold my breath, not wanting to breathe or move an inch. He tugs the center of my bra and the knife severs it in two.
“Oh honey, this is what you didn’t show me?”
He grabs my tit, his thumb rubs my nipple. It’s hard. Oh god, why is it so hard? We’re standing right in front of the fire.
“Your body—” His voice gets deeper. “Fuck, just look at it…”
Silently, Luke presses closer. He’s looking over my shoulder. Looking at his brother feeling me up. Blunt hardness digs into my lower back.
His cock. His arousal.
Clarke strokes my breast and it suddenly hits me—a strange delayed reaction—there really are two of them.
Two men who want me.
There’s two of them who intend to fuck me. My pulse skips and skips. The air seems too thin in my lungs. I might pass out.
At the same time.
Maybe even at the exact same time. My pussy clenches, trying to hold back its response to that picture. What a terrible thing. It should be a terrible thing to even imagine.
No decent woman would want that.
But, I’ve already imagined it. I imagined it right after breakfast. Two of a good thing. Now the fascination is not just alive and present in my mind—it’s banging down my door.
Larger, harder and more frightening than in my imagination.
And I don’t think I can keep it out.
This is a super dirty and fun novella. I previously read King’s Captive by this author and quite enjoyed that one as well. I’m starting to learn this author loves a big twist.
Let me make one note – in the beginning of this book, consent falls into a grey area. The lack of consent started to make me squirmy. But – all works out. Just keep reading and you will see what I mean. Read it with trust in the author (which I now have)