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)
She narrows her gaze, fury burning hot in her eyes. Aubrey is beautiful when she’s angry. I love the way her cheeks turn pink, her nostrils flare, and her mouth lashes out. Only now, she can’t say a peep.
Testing my theory, I slide a hand down her front, roughly handling each of her breasts through my dad’s thin shirt before making it down to her naked pussy. She weakly attempts to struggle, which tells me all I need to know.
She wants this.
She wants me.
Killer or not.
Even if I were the one responsible for causing Tasha’s accident, she’d want to fuck me anyway. My girl is depraved just like me. What other type of person carries on a sexual relationship with both her stepbrother and much, much older stepfather at the same time?
“Admit it,” I rumble, bringing my nose close to hers. “You thrive on the thrill of doing bad things. Of being with bad people.” I brush my fingertip over her pussy, delighting in the shiver that racks through her. “You get off on it.”
I can tell she wants to speak—probably to argue—but I don’t let her. My finger slides along her slit, teasing at her clit. A muffled mewl crawls out of her throat and her eyes flutter.
“Oh, leech, you’re so fucking needy for all the bad shit I have to offer.” I slip a finger farther down and rub at her opening. Slick and hot. “You’re so wet, you’re leaking. Or is that my daddy’s cum?”
She moans as I push a finger inside her. Slowly, in a tortuous manner, I fingerfuck her, letting her hear the juicy sounds her body makes. There’s no faking me out. Her body needs this—she craves this. Deep down, she knows I love her and she fucking loves me. She’s just looking for someone to blame. An easy way out.
There’s nothing easy about us.
And I’m certainly never giving her an out.
I take my time, bringing her closer and closer to ecstasy, only to pull back before tipping her over the edge. Her hands have long since found my shoulders, holding on to me rather than pushing me away. Each time she’s about to come, her breathing hitches and her lashes flutter.
Finally, I take her to heaven despite being the devil, one expert stroke at a time. Her whole body tenses and then quivers wildly as she comes. Before she can fully relax, I finally move my hand from her mouth and bring my other one to her lips.
Our eyes remain locked as I paint her bottom lip with her own arousal. The tip of her tongue peeks out, licking at my finger, sending fire straight to my cock.
“I didn’t fuck with Tasha,” I rumble. “I may hate that witch, but I didn’t try to kill her. Someone very real is out there trying to hurt you. I will find them and hurt them back.”
I crash my lips to hers and kiss her hard. I can tell from her eager kiss, she’s no longer suspicious of me. It’s annoying she’d even jump to that conclusion. Since my cock is hard and achy, I reach down to free it. My fingers are still wet and sticky from her arousal, which makes for just enough lube to get the job done. It doesn’t take but a few strokes before I’m coming as we kiss. Cum spurts out of my cock, soaking the front of Dad’s shirt.
Good.
I like the idea of her wearing my mark.
When I’m spent, I break our kiss, rolling away from her. I expect her to cuddle, but she’s off the bed before I can stop her.
“That was a real dick move,” she snaps, cheeks still flushed from her orgasm.
“Coming all over Daddy’s shirt?”
Her eyes roll hard. “Saying all that shit, Spencer. It was mean.”
“See how you like being accused of murder.”
She flips me off and then storms out of my room. Irritation itches under my skin. I know she’s running to tattle on me. He’ll scoop her into his arms, stroke her hair, and apologize that his son is a fucking asshole.
That’s what really pisses me off.
I have to share her. That’s exactly what we’re doing. Sharing. I’ve been an only child until Aubrey showed up a few years ago, so sharing was never something I cared to do. Sharing with Dad sucks. Why can’t he find some old-ass woman to stick his cock into? Why does it have to be the girl I’ve loved since day one?
I’m still stewing as I clean myself up and right my clothes, anger growing and the need to take it on someone becoming almost unbearable. I grab my phone and shoot Dempsey a text.
Me: Work your magic with your mom’s bestie and get us access to Ben.
“You really don’t think this dude was responsible for the snake?” Dempsey asks, rubbing at his bruised knuckles. “You heard him. He’s fucking obsessed with Aubrey.”