Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 12872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 64(@200wpm)___ 51(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 64(@200wpm)___ 51(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
As soon as I’m out of the room, I regret having to be so mean when it’s clear she wants me the way I want her, but there’s no going back now.
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“How are you feeling?” I stand over the bed, arms crossed and ready to fucking cave. Even with a hangover she looks good enough to eat. Sleep had been non-existent last night.
“Please, not so loud.” Elena presses her hand to her head, causing the edge of my shirt to lift up and reveal some of her flat stomach. A low growl rumbles in my chest, but I’m quickly interrupted by her brother who I called this morning.
“You haven’t even seen loud,” Elias barked from the bedroom door.
“Relax, Eli, shit. It’s not like you never went out and drank before.”
“Yes, but you put yourself in danger and that’s a whole fucking different story. If it wasn’t for the security I had on you and Cam being nearby to let you crash in his place, you would have been at the mercy of some sick fuck. Hell, do you even remember ending up in Cam’s bed?” My phone takes that moment to ring, allowing me to calm down before I snap on my best friend for talking to his sister like that, even though I’m just as pissed about yesterday.
I step out of the room and take Granger’s call. “The punk was arrested last night. He went into another bar and tried to drug another student. The bartender caught him and called the cops.”
“Good. Fucker didn’t learn his lesson.” I suppose it worked out for the best, although I should have beat his ass so he couldn’t have tried to assault another girl.
I entered my bedroom to Elena’s gasp of “Oh my God.”
“Relax, he sees you like a little sister.” The fuck I do. I see her as his sister who I want to bang and breed and if I had my way she’d be Mrs. King already.
“Sorry for the trouble I caused, Mr. King.”
“It’s Cameron. You know that.”
“Where’s my dress? I can give you your clothes back now.”
“Later. That dress needs to be burned,” Elias answers for me like he’s fucking reading my mind. “Let’s get some food in you and home to rest.”
“Sounds like a smart idea,” I answer before someone else interrupts me.
Although I say goodbye to them five minutes later, it’s for the best. I let my office know that I won’t be dealing with anything else this morning. Stripping out of my clothes, I climb into my recently vacated bed rub her panties in my face. It smells just like my Elena, stiffening my thick, long cock. She left them with her dress after she stripped, and I swiftly swiped them off the floor last night. Bringing them to my length, I use the soft material to stroke myself until I’m coming with Elena’s name and scent enveloping me.
Soon she’d be mine.
Chapter One
Cameron
“Lena’s heading to Cabo next week.”
I nearly spit out my drink. Instead, I choke on the fucker after having taken a long pull of my beer. Setting it on the bar-top table, I stare at my best friend and former college roommate as if he’s grown two heads. “You okay?” he asks, staring at me with his brow raised, face mixed with concern and shock, matching mine.
“Yeah. Caught an air bubble.” I take a deep breath and then let him know what popped into my head instantly. “I can’t believe you’re letting her go.” I grip my beer bottle, trying not to break the damn thing with the angry annoyance racing through me. The feelings bubbling up through my veins at the moment border on violence right now, but I remind myself that no one knows about my obsession but myself. So how could my best friend know that he’s crossed me, betrayed me by letting his sister go away?
Elena Kostas has been in my head from the first day I visited them over the holiday break four years ago. Four long years, and I could still remember the way she looked in that sexy red Santa dress. No one that young should look that damn good, especially someone who belongs to me, and over the years, she’s only gotten better with age.
“She’s twenty-one and in her last year of college. It’s not like I can stop her, but that doesn’t mean I’m not shitting bricks and thinking about a way to handle this.” The prick shouldn’t even let her go.
“And you don’t want to follow her because she’ll be pissed.” Well, I don’t care if she’s pissed because I’m already rearranging my schedule in my head. There’s no way she’s going to get away with going there without me. Fuck, no. It’s going to be over my damn dead body. Or every other dead body I leave in my wake. It’s a line I never crossed personally, but that could change. She nearly pushed me over the edge once.