Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 99500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
I don’t like or want Aubrey.
This kiss is a weapon to be used against her.
A reminder of who holds all the power.
Me.
I’m on to her slick games and duplicitous nature. Dad may be blind to what she’s doing, but I sure as hell am not. I know she’s been using men in LA, leaving a path of destruction along the way.
I won’t let her burrow herself into our world and destroy us too.
“Ahh,” she whimpers when my teeth tug a little too hard on her bottom lip.
Unable to stop myself, I soothe away the sting with my tongue and much softer kisses. My hand, of its own accord, slides away from her jaw and into her silky tresses. I grip her healthy ass cheek with my other, squeezing it to the point it might bruise. Another whimper—this one more pleasure-filled.
She hasn’t put up a fight or any effort to end our kiss, which means she’s used to her body being wielded as a weapon or tool.
I’m not like those brainless fucks in LA, though.
I know her true intentions.
“Spencer,” she murmurs, a half-hearted attempt to put a stop to what we’re doing. “We shouldn’t—”
My tongue dominates hers, effectively swallowing any words she was trying to speak. I kiss her deeply and almost punishing. The craving to leave some sort of mark—mental or physical or emotional—drives me to keep inhaling and devouring her.
I’m hard in my jeans, cock straining against the denim and pressing into her stomach. It’s not enough. I need more from her. I need everything from her.
Briefly, I pull away, breaking our kiss so that I can push her body down onto the pile of clothes on the bed. I’m lured in by her swollen, red lips that are parted and begging for more. For a moment, I lose sight of the purpose of this kiss and pounce on her, hungry for another taste.
With her pinned beneath me, I’m able to wrench her thigh aside and grind against her pussy through our clothes. Her gasp is a mixture of delight and horror, both of which serve to make me impossibly harder. I nip at her bottom lip, more gently than last time, and work my hips until I find the spot that makes her groan.
“You fucking like this,” I mutter against her lips. “Me dry fucking you over your sugar daddy’s gifts.”
She grips at my damp hair, drawing me closer. “Shut up.”
Grinning, I kiss away her annoyed words, drawing her deeper into the moment with me. I wait until she’s gasping, close to climax before pulling my hips back.
“I could torture you like this forever.”
Her lust-drunk eyes flutter at my words. “Stop talking. I like you better when you don’t speak.”
“Bitch,” I say with a smirk and then trail kisses to her neck. “What’s your game, leech?”
I suck softly just below her ear, letting my hot breath tickle over her flesh. When I reach a particularly sweet part of her neck, I put more force into the suction of my mouth. She moans, lost in the moment, allowing me to mark her like she’s mine.
She is mine.
Mine to torment and tease and taunt.
This is my game and she’s a player in it.
“You’ve been waiting two long years for me to fuck you, hmm?” I rumble, nipping at her slick skin. “You want me inside of you, don’t you?”
She doesn’t answer, once again tugging on my hair to bring my mouth to hers. As if she can turn off all conversation and just let our bodies do the talking.
My body says, “Let’s fuck.”
Her body says, “Now, please.”
Unfortunately for both of our bodies, my mouth spits out other words.
“Your body might intrigue and confuse my dad, but make no mistake, leech, I’m well aware of what your plans are.”
“I have no plans,” she croaks out.
“Imbed yourself in our lives, bleed out what you can from us, put our nuts in your purse. You money-hungry females are all the same.”
“I don’t want your money,” she growls, stiffening beneath me. “I don’t even want you. Get off.”
“Oh, I will.” I smirk at her. “I’ll get off all over your pretty face, leech.”
She goes to smack me again, which is getting pretty fucking old if you ask me, but I anticipate the move, gripping her wrist and slamming it to the bed.
“Let me go,” she commands, fire once again making her eyes glitter.
Watching her closely, I grind against her pussy. She gasps and tilts her head back, losing herself to the sensation.
“Nobody’s stopping you. Go, leech. Let go.”
Her lids flutter and she digs her heels into my ass. I continue to punish her with teasing circular motions of my body against hers, drawing her closer and closer to the edge of bliss.
“Are you close?” I murmur, mouth hovering over hers. “Tell me.”
“Mmm.” She nods sharply. “Fuck.”