Contempt (Coastal Elite #3) Read Online Sam Mariano

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, New Adult Tags Authors: Series: Coastal Elite Series by Sam Mariano
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Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 155405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 777(@200wpm)___ 622(@250wpm)___ 518(@300wpm)
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Once we’ve finished drying off, Landon tells me to go make the smoothies while he goes upstairs to grab us some clothes to change into so we don’t get the living room couches wet.

I’m in the middle of grabbing straws for our smoothies when he saunters into the kitchen.

I don’t usually like to wear two-piece bikinis, but since Landon has seen me completely naked and I didn’t mind giving him a reason to rub sunblock all over me, I wore a two-piece today.

Consequently, when he comes up behind me and unties the string around the back of my neck, the flimsy fabric falls and my tits spill out.

I gasp as Landon palms them, pulling me back against him immediately.

Warmth ripples through me and I lean my head back against his shoulder, my eyes drifting closed as he runs his thumb over my nipple.

“What are you doing?” I murmur.

“I locked the front door. I have a clear view from here. You don’t have to worry about being caught off guard. Besides, your mom isn’t here. He has no reason to come home early.”

“Landon,” I say on a sigh. “We can’t right now.”

“We can do whatever we want,” he murmurs, his hot breath against my neck. Then he grabs one of the smoothie glasses and presses the frosty glass against my nipple.

I gasp at the shock of cold against my flesh.

After only a few seconds, he takes the glass away and replaces it with his lips, licking and teasing the aching peak until I’m trembling in his arms.

My body hums as his hot mouth covers the flesh he just made cool, and a shiver shoots down my spine.

I don’t want to tell him no, but I have to.

Sinking my finger into his dark hair, I lightly tug his head back. He releases my nipple and looks up at me. “I’m serious,” I tell him. “No funny business. I want to watch TV.”

He straightens up, in front of me now, then locks his arm around my waist and grabs my ass. “And I want to fuck you. Who do you think stands a better chance of getting what they want?”

“I can’t right now,” I tell him, pushing against his arm and stepping back out of his embrace. “Can I have my clothes, please?”

He frowns at me holding the bikini top against my breasts to cover them. I don’t bother tying it since I’m planning to change, but if I leave myself exposed to him, he’ll just keep trying.

He doesn’t offer my clothes, and that annoys me, so I grab them out of his hands.

That annoys him. I can see it in the way his powerful jaw tightens. His eyes seem to darken as he straightens, looking down at me from his full height.

My tummy flutters, more with nerves than interest, though there is an unwanted whisper of that, too. He shouldn’t look so good when he’s looking so menacing, but a familiar wave of fear washes over me, reminding me how he used to be.

Things got a lot better once I let him fuck me, but I didn’t think if I turned off the sex faucet even temporarily, he would start being an ass again.

Maybe that was naïve.

He’s been an ass to every single girl he has ever been with. Did I really think I wouldn’t get glimpses of that side of him, too?

Right now, he looks like the Landon that broke into my house, so I don’t even want to look at him.

“I’m going to change,” I murmur, turning and heading for the bathroom.

I hate that I walk fast, slightly worried he’ll chase me.

Beyond that, worried that if he chases me, he’ll catch me, and if he catches me…

It shouldn’t be like that when we’re basically together, should it?

As soon as I get inside the bathroom, I shut and lock the door.

Then I have a moment of clarity where I feel really icky about feeling the need to do that when the guy I’m trying to keep out is practically my boyfriend.

I haven’t thought of Landon as my boyfriend because he can’t be my boyfriend. But he’s as close as he could possibly be.

What if this whole thing was a mistake?

Hannah’s words about not ignoring red flags reverberate through my mind, but I tell myself to just relax. I’ll change into my dress, give him a minute to cool down, and then we can enjoy our smoothies and watch TV together for a bit.

But when I emerge from the bathroom, Landon is nowhere to be seen.

I frown as I look around the living room, outside by the pool, then I make my way to the kitchen. Both of our smoothies are on the counter, but Landon is gone.

Finally, not really believing he actually left, I go to the door so I can peek outside. The sight of his car will de-escalate the situation in my mind. I’m sure he just went upstairs, or to the room he hangs out in downstairs, or…



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