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 grab onto her delicate jaw and push her against the doorframe. Her eyes grow huge, filled with confusion.
“Why?” I demand, fingers biting slightly into her skin. “Why did you do it?”
She swallows hard and frowns. “Why what?”
I crowd her further, letting her feel the strength and power emanating from me. My dick is hard as stone. There’s no denying it. But I can keep that in check. My anger, however, is another beast altogether.
“Don’t play stupid, Love. You kissed my son.”
She flinches at my words and blinks furiously. My guess is she’s combatting tears. I have this overwhelming urge to make her cry—to make her feel one iota of the pain I’m feeling right now. “Hugo—”
“So it’s true?” I demand. “Did you fuck him too?”
Unfair. Un-fucking-fair.
Her pretty eyes flood with the tears I crave so badly, spilling over her crimson cheeks.
“I thought,” I start, biting back a snarl of rage. “I thought you wanted me.”
Oh, for fuck’s sake. Don’t go there, man.
She sniffles and her bottom lip trembles. “I did, but you said—”
“I didn’t say you could fuck my son!” I roar, my voice booming so loud I’m sure I could rattle both our bones.
A sob catches in her throat, reminding me of when she was sixteen—a sweet-faced young kid who didn’t hurt people. My girl. My Aubrey Love. Guilt comes smashing into me and the grip I have on her jaw loosens.
I should pull away and go drown myself in something expensive from my bar.
I don’t.
That would be smart and apparently, with Aubrey, I’m pretty fucking stupid. The desire to erase my own goddamn son from her lips has me doing the unthinkable.
I kiss her.
Not sweetly or exploring in nature.
No, I kiss her like I ache to fuck her—claiming, brutally, savage. My groan of need pours out of me as I lash at her tongue with mine. Her mewl sends fire straight to my dick. I pin her against the doorframe with my hips, letting her feel just how hard I am for her.
I could claim her right here.
All it would take is ripping her plush towel away and sliding inside her tight heat. I could do it. It would satisfy every male craving inside me. I could finally get something I desperately want.
And then what?
Visions of the media circus are a cold shower on my need for her. I start to pull away, quickly retreating from this clusterfuck I’m all wrapped up in.
“Hugo,” she whimpers. “Not again.”
She can’t take the rejection again.
I get it. I feel for her. I do. But it’s something she’s going to have to deal with because this can’t happen. It just can’t.
Her hand slides down and she boldly cups it over my dick. Fire burns through me at her eager touch. I let out an embarrassing moan as she rubs against me.
“I didn’t fuck him.” Her teeth capture her bottom lip and her doe eyes implore me to believe her. “I don’t want him. I want you.”
Satisfaction purrs deep inside me.
The same sort of feeling surges through me whenever I win a case.
Triumph.
Which, again, is fucked-up. She’s my stepdaughter. I’m not supposed to be pleased with the fact she wants me more than my son.
“Stop thinking so much,” she breathes. “Just be here with me.”
I’m unable to look away as she yanks away her towel while she expertly strokes my dick over my slacks. Every perfect inch of her is revealed to me.
She’s naked.
Naked and mine for the taking.
I could. I so fucking could.
But I can’t.
Her pert tits jiggle as she steps back. I’m fixated on her pink nipples that are hard, standing dutifully at attention. My mouth waters to spend an entire day tasting them—sucking and biting and bruising them.
A wicked glint in her eyes is my only warning before she kneels before me. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I’d have my sweet little stepdaughter kneeling in front of me, eager to put my cock in her mouth.
We can’t come back from this.
If she does this, I can’t undo it.
I grip her damp hair, expecting to pull her away. Her lashes bat prettily as she looks up at me, heat burning in her gaze. I don’t want to tell her no. I want this. I fucking want this with every cell in my body.
With a slight nod, I urge her to continue, tightening my hold on her hair. For a moment, I’m able to pretend she’s some random woman I’m interested in. Not my stepdaughter. Not my missing wife’s little girl.
All too easily, she unzips my pants and seeks out my cock. Her hands are cold, chilling the heated stone-hard flesh of my cock.
“Fuck, Love,” I growl, voice hoarse with need. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.”
Her smile is breathtaking and then she’s taking my breath. She slides her luscious lips over the crown of my cock, licking at the bead of pre-cum there. I nearly collapse at the pure pleasure zinging through me.