STORY EXCERPT

Kiara tossed and turned, twisting herself up in the sheets as the nightmare took hold.

“Where are you, Katie? Who the hell took you?”

Kiara sobbed as she slowly walked down the steps into the basement of her neighbor’s house, searching for her missing twin. Katie had been missing for seven long days and though she was trying to remain optimistic and hopeful for her sister’s men, Booker, Lando and Tayden Craig, she knew the longer Katie was missing, the more likely she’d never be found.

She glanced about the dim room, walking the perimeter, trying to figure out where Leith had hidden her twin but she couldn’t find any concealed doors to any hidden rooms. Just as she was about to give up and head back upstairs, she gazed at the rug on the floor and frowned. Why would anyone need a rug down here? she asked herself. Something cool brushed over her shoulder and again, she smelled the familiar fragrance of her mother’s lilac perfume.

Something deep inside told her to step closer to the rug. She knelt down next to it then began to roll it up. Booker, who’d just come down the stairs, joined her and helped her push the carpet away, revealing a trap door in the basement floor. Kiara held her breath and when Booker opened the door, she screamed and screamed and screamed. “She’s not dead. She can’t be dead. Tell me, Booker!” Kiara stumbled toward him, grabbed his shirt, and thumped her fist into his chest. “Tell me my sister isn’t dead.”

Kiara woke to the sound of her own screams and tears, flung the covers back and hurried toward the bathroom to wash her face and hands.

She was still shaking and gasping for breath when she entered the kitchen and headed straight for the coffee pot. Even though she’d had barely an hour of sleep, Kiara knew she wouldn’t be able to close her eyes again tonight. Every time she did she’d dream of what Katie had gone through, and each time she had the nightmare it was different, with the exception to finding her sister’s dead body. Thankfully, that was just a bad fucking nightmare since her twin had been found alive and was now happily living with the men she loved and loved her back.

“What the fuck was that?” Kiara Bellamy asked in a whisper hours later, wishing she had left all the lights on in the house, so there weren’t any shadowy areas. She’d frozen with her coffee mug halfway to her mouth when she heard a creaking noise in the new roof of her home. Her heart was slamming hard and fast against her ribs, she was panting and she’d broken out in a cold sweat.

Although she’d only been back home a week, it felt way longer than that. She and her twin sister, Katie, had had to rebuild after their neighbor Leith Allan had burned their home to the ground trying to get rid of Kiara so the crazy man could get to her sister. Leith had caused them to have a car wreck by shooting out a tire and though Kiara had tried to keep control of the vehicle, it had been impossible. She had ended up with head trauma and had been in an induced coma for days. She glanced at the cast still on her lower right with a grimace. The which had occurred in the accident that had nearly taken her life. After she’d gotten that cast off, she’d been unfortunate enough to trip and fall, rebreaking the same wrist in the same place, about six weeks later. The damn thing was driving her insane and she couldn’t wait to get it off. She grimaced and shook her head. She shouldn’t be looking at the bad side because according to the doc, she’d been lucky she hadn’t ended up needing surgery and surgical pins and/or screws. But trying to look on the bright side was getting harder and harder when she and her sister had been through so much. Especially poor Katie.

The sheriff and his deputies had also found a notebook in the asshole Leith’s attic detailing the way he had planned out the death of his as well as her and Katie’s mom and dad. While she’d never wish ill on anyone, Kiara wanted the bastard locked up behind bars, but that hadn’t happened. Their neighbor had been stashed into a mental institution instead. She wasn’t normally a tit for tat kind of girl, but she’d feel much better if Leith had been in a prison so he couldn’t ever escape.

The sheriff, Luke Sun-Walker, had assured her that Leith wouldn’t be able to get out of the asylum either, but Kiara was still a bit scared after what he’d done to her sister. Leith had kidnapped Katie and spent a week playing house with her twin. Except most of the time poor Katie had been tied up and locked in a coffin-sized cupboard in the basement floor of their neighbor’s home.

Kiara was glad that she was no longer staying with Katie and her men, Booker, Lando, and Tayden since she’d felt like a fifth wheel hanging around when they were in the honeymoon stage of their relationship, but thankfully she was back in her new home. Insurance had covered the rebuild and it had taken just over three months to be completed. Which was fast but she was grateful she was on her own again. At least she thought she would’ve been but she wasn’t so sure right now. She loved the new house, but it no longer felt like a home anymore. There were no mementos from her parents on the shelves and all the family photos she and Katie had cherished had been burnt to a pile of ash.

Kiara loved her twin and missed her more than she’d ever let on. Every time she saw Katie she assured her sibling she was fine, but Kiara was far from it.

ADULT EXCERPT

Kiara moaned as Storm caressed his hands up the inside of her legs, parting them further. Reece was sucking on one of her nipples and Jenson was devouring her mouth.

She was so hot, horny, and restless, she couldn’t keep still. She was achy inside and so wet she could feel her cream dripping from her soaked folds and over her ass.

Jenson let her up for air and she moaned when he scraped his teeth down her neck then nibbled on her flesh.

Storm hooked his arms around her legs, spreading them wider. She opened her eyes to gaze at him and when he scooted down onto the mattress on his belly then stared at her exposed pussy, she gasped. He raised lustful eyes to hers for a brief moment before looking back at her exposed folds. Every time he exhaled, she felt his breath breezing over her wet tissues and couldn’t help shivering at the barely there caress over her sensitive skin.

When Storm breached the gap and licked up through her folds, a deep guttural groan formed in her chest and emitted from between her parted lips. She jolted when he swirled the tip of his tongue over her throbbing pearl and moaned when he lapped back down to her entrance.

She’d heard how amazing it was to have a man go down on her, but she hadn’t realized how astonishingly incredible it really was.

“You taste so fucking good, baby,” Storm rasped out before he started licking her again. He attacked with a carnal gusto that had every nerve in her pussy, her whole body coming to life.

Jenson twirled his tongue around a nipple then drew it into his mouth and suckled on it. Reece alternated between kneading her breast, then gently chewing on her other nipple before sucking on the hard tip.

A whimper escaped from her when Storm pressed the tip of his finger into her pussy. There was a slight sting but the pain quickly faded when he swept his tongue over her clit again. A moment later all three of the men stopped and stared at her.

“Are you okay, Kiara?” Storm asked, frowning.

“Yes, I’m fine.”

“I hurt you. I felt you tense up. I’m sorry, baby.”

“You need to be careful with her, Storm,” Jenson stated.

“I know.” Storm met her gaze again. “Are you sure you want to continue? I can’t stand the thought of hurting you.”

“Don’t you dare stop, Storm,” Kiara stated. “I might be a virgin but I’m not going to break.”

“I know you won’t.” Storm shoved his head back between her legs, licked her clit and slowly pushed more of his finger into her pussy. The stinging sensation was gone and thankfully, she didn’t feel it again.

Reece shifted on the bed next to her and she turned to gaze at his muscular body. He leaned closer and kissed her. Kiara caressed the tips of her fingers over his brawny chest, delighting in the ridges and striations his toned muscles formed. She wanted to explore every inch of him, to grip his dick and pleasure him the way they were all pleasuring her, but she didn’t want to hurt him since she had plaster crossing her palm between her thumb and pointer.

She reached out toward Jenson just as Reece broke the kiss then turned to ogle his droolworthy masculinity. When she reached the waistband of Jenson’s boxer shorts, she dipped her fingertips under the waistband but before she could reach her goal, Storm distracted her by stroking his finger all the way into her pussy. While she knew his dick wasn’t as small as a finger, Kiara couldn’t believe how full she felt. She’d caught a glimpse of Storm’s cock before he’d dropped to the mattress on his belly and hoped like hell she could take him without too much trouble. All three of the Cage brothers were built but she was too turned on to be nervous or scared.

She couldn’t wait until she had Storm’s cock deep inside of her.

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Storm loved the tangy sweetness of her honey on his tongue and couldn’t get enough of it. He regretted hurting her but was glad that Kiara seemed fine now. He carefully worked another finger into her tight, hot cunt, listening to her every gasp and moan telling him she was with him every step of the way. When he finally had both of his fingers embedded in her to the hilt, he stretched her out before he began to pump them while lapping and sucking on her clit.

Her moans grew louder until one of his brothers started kissing her, but he didn’t glance up. If he did he would probably lose the rein he had on his control. His cock was so fucking hard it was aching and he couldn’t wait to bury his dick balls deep into her pussy. However, first he wanted her coming and screaming his name. He thrust his fingers into and out of her faster and faster until her legs were trembling against his arms. She cried out and he glanced up to see that both of his brothers were suckling at her breasts. Each time they sucked on her hard nipples, her inner walls grasped at his shunting fingers and he couldn’t wait to feel her rippling around and clenching on his cock. Pushing his own needs to the back of his mind, he drove his fingers back into her harder, lashing the tip of his tongue over her clit. She was breathing so fast and rapidly it almost sounded as if she was wheezing as she panted.

When her pussy gripped his fingers tightly again, he groaned and almost pulled them out so he could replace them with his dick. However, he stopped himself and shoved them back into her. He applied more pressure onto the small, hard nub he could feel throbbing under his tongue and then flickered his tongue over her clit faster and harder.