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)
As for me and Spencer, we’ll be fine.
We’ll go back to being friends or we’ll be more.
This isn’t the end of the world.
This isn’t the end of us.
A shiver has me blinking away the past and bringing me back to the present. I was naïve to think everything would be fine. Whatever Mom said to him changed him. He was no longer the fun, flirty guy I lived with and eventually fell for. No, he transformed into a cold, callous, cruel stepbrother who made it his sole mission to torment me until I was forced to run to my father.
“Mom walked in on us. It got ugly.” I sigh heavily. “After that, he hated me.”
“And now?”
I could tell her everything. How I let Spencer pin me down yesterday or how I let Hugo run his hand up my thigh. I could confess that I’m a broken girl who likes breaking those around her also.
Instead, I lie.
It’s what I’m good at, apparently.
“He’s just an ass sometimes,” I say, deflating. “Some days are harder than others.”
Gemma begrudgingly accepts this answer and changes the subject. Listening to her babble on about her newest crush is refreshing. It does wonders to make me forget about this terrible day. When she moves on to shopping and a pair of sandals she wants, I dutifully listen, nodding where appropriate, giving her my entire attention. Before long, an hour has passed and I do feel better.
“Thanks for cheering me up.” I hug her and then scoop up my purse. “Right now I just want to go home and get in my comfy clothes. Maybe next weekend we can go shopping together.”
Gemma nods rapidly. “Duh. Plus, Willa needs new jeans. Don’t tell anyone, but I think she’s pregnant.”
After that shocker of a statement, I follow her back downstairs. This time, when we pass her dad’s office, the door is open. Nathan’s eyes latch onto mine and narrow. I’ve never liked Nathan Park. Something about him is so…calculating. I suppress a shiver, hurrying past.
Thankfully, when I get back home, Hugo’s still not there. I rush upstairs, eager to have a moment alone. Spencer’s door is closed. Good. I can’t deal with him either.
“Hey, leech.”
My feeling of relief drains at my feet as cold dread seeps into my every pore. Why is he in my room? Butterflies flutter in my stomach as I think about the last time he was on my bed. He was such a dick yesterday, but there’s no denying it felt good.
He rises to his feet, a predatory glint in his hard eyes. I remain frozen in the doorway, unable to retreat or make a hasty escape. It’s almost as if, deep down, I want him to catch me. He approaches slowly, glowering at me in a way that feels both hungry and angry. Like he wants to nip at every piece of my flesh.
I drop my purse to my feet and my palms go up. To stop him? To grab onto him? In the end, I press them against his solid chest, intending on pushing him away from me.
However, I don’t get that chance.
His mouth crashes to mine, starved and desperate. I’m caught off guard by the raw need rippling from him. He tastes sweet, such a far cry from his usual bitterness. I eagerly devour him right back. I’m not some helpless victim. I’m a coconspirator in this crime of the flesh.
He thinks he’s on the attack, winning this war against me, and I let him. My ego is bruised and bleeding. Having Spencer want me so undeniably, even if he sees it as a victory in this ruthless game he’s playing, is exactly what I need in this moment.
This is dangerous.
It’s like I’m handing the house keys over to a burglar and telling him to take whatever he wants. He’ll take and take and take until there’s nothing left but the walls around me, everything inside hollow and empty.
I try to drown in his kiss, losing myself in his scent, his raspy growls, and how his teeth feel razor-sharp as they nip at my lips.
It feels good, but it’s also not enough.
He must sense my desperation because there’s no preamble as he slips a hand between my thighs. Unlike earlier, with his dad, he doesn’t tease at the edge of my panties. No, Spencer is bolder and more reckless. His fingers easily find my clit and he rubs me over the material.
“Spencer,” I cry out, breaking from our kiss to drop my head back.
His mouth hungrily finds my neck, nipping and sucking like I crave for him to do underneath my skirt.
“Feel good to have your brother’s fingers on you, leech?”
I should shove him away for that question.
I don’t.
I’m nodding instead, breathily begging, “I want more.”
He sucks on my neck before latching on. The sting of it has me whimpering. “Bad girl,” he croons. “Maybe Dad’ll come after you with the belt for this.”