Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 68913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“Take off those fucking boots while you’re up there,” I shouted. “Before you break your fucking neck!”
I could hear her cursing and rustling around in her closet as she hunted for clothes. Then, just when I was thinking I would have to go up and get her, she came back down again.
She was wearing a sexy little red sundress cut low—very low—in the front to show almost all of her cleavage. It had a short, flirty skirt that flared around the tops of her thighs and barely hid her panties. And yes, I could tell that she was wearing panties—albeit tiny ones—because the material was completely see-through. By the same token, I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her ripe nipples pressed hard against the front of the sundress, drawing my attention even when I didn’t want to look.
“You might as well still be fucking naked,” I growled, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her into the living room. “Why bother getting dressed at all?”
“Because you told me to!” she exclaimed, glaring up at me. She had taken off the ridiculous boots and replaced them with little, short heels that made her legs look fantastic. “Not that you can tell me anything—I have my own life now, you know,” she added.
“Oh, is that what you think? You think you can just do anything you want—including stripping?” I demanded. “What happened to you, Delilah? You used to be so innocent.”
“You happened to me, Cole!” She snapped back. “You brought me in just close enough to wake me up and make me want…and then you threw me away.”
“I didn’t throw you away!” I growled. “I put some distance between us—some much-needed distance, I might add. Or have you forgotten that you offered to let me breed you? That you wanted your own big brother to try and get you pregnant?”
“I offered you what I thought you wanted!” She shouted at me. “But it turns out you didn’t! So I decided to see if someone else did!”
Her words and the defiant tilt of her chin had me seeing red again. I was so angry I could barely look at her—she had to be punished! There was no fucking way she was getting away with sassing me like this—not to mention showing her beautiful body off to strangers down at a sleazy strip club!
“Get over here!” I dragged her to the leather couch and seated myself on it. Then I pulled her face-down, over my lap.
Delilah twisted around to look up at me, her mismatched eyes wide with a mixture of uncertainty and anger.
“Cole, just what the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Doing something I should have done years ago,” I growled. “Teaching you a lesson!”
Then I flipped up the short, flirty skirt and dragged down the tiny pair of silk panties she’d put on. When her ass was bare, I raised my hand and started to spank her—hard.
“Ouch!” Delilah yelped and scrambled around, trying to get off my lap. I stopped that easily enough by pinning both her legs with one of mine. Then she tried to put her hands back to shield her naked bottom, but I wasn’t having that either. I grabbed both her wrists in my left hand and pushed her hands up and out of the way. I continued to spank her ass until it was red as a sunset and she was moaning and writhing in my lap.
“Cole! Cole, please! Please, big brother!” She was moaning when I finally stopped.
My hand was stinging—though not as much as her ass, I was willing to bet. I held her in place, not letting her move off my lap.
“Now tell me,” I said in a low, dangerous voice. “How long have you been stripping?”
“N-not l-long.” She was crying now, but trying not to. She was probably surprised to see this side of me, but she had brought it out herself—just as she had brought this punishment on herself.
“How long?” I insisted. “And what else have you been doing?”
“What…what do you mean?” She demanded, twisting her head to look up at me. Her cheeks were flushed and her mismatched eyes were red from trying not to cry.
“Don’t play innocent with me, Delilah,” I growled. “I know what goes on in places like that. Have you be giving lap dances? Nude dances in the VIP rooms? What about fucking? Have you been letting those assholes you strip for fuck you?”
“No!” She writhed in my lap angrily. “No, I would never let them do that!”
“I’m not so sure.” I gave her ass another swat, which made her jump and moan. “You told me a year ago that you were still a virgin—you said you’d never had a cock in your pussy. Can you tell me the same thing now?”
“That’s none of your fucking business!” She raged at me. “I’m twenty-fucking-three, Cole! I’m a grown woman—I can fuck whoever I want to!”