Untouchable Read Online Sam Mariano

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Bad Boy, Dark, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 185
Estimated words: 175455 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 877(@200wpm)___ 702(@250wpm)___ 585(@300wpm)
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“Well, I did nearly rape a girl in an empty classroom. Does that count?”

My heart freefalls and my jaw drops. I look at him with wide eyes, but he merely shrugs and heads for his car like referring to what he did to me is no big deal. Trailing along behind him, I say, “Wow, I don’t even know what to say to that.”

Because he’s absolutely depraved, he follows up that reminder of our first encounter by stopping in front of my car door, locking an arm around my waist to draw me against him, and giving me a lingering kiss.

Because my depravity apparently matches his on some level, I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back, allowing myself an intoxicating hit of his affection. His free hand moves to cradle my face and he deepens the kiss. His tongue tangles with mine and sends an answering jolt of electricity through my veins. Thoughts of last night suddenly spring to mind, memories of his hands on my body, the tightness of arousal in my core, that incredible fullness when he pushed himself inside me.

That tightness is back, twisting and tugging. Carter’s arm around my waist loosens and his hand drops lower so he can grab my ass while he kisses me. I gasp against his mouth, closing my eyes and dropping down from my tiptoes to break the kiss before we get too carried away.

Breathing a little unevenly, I tell him, “We need to get back to school.”

Instead of agreeing, he caresses my face and gives me another, briefer kiss. “Or I could fuck you in the backseat now, and then we could go back to school,” he suggests.

Smiling faintly, I shake my head and step out of his embrace. “There’s no time. Mr. Fitz is waiting.”

“Mr. Fitz likes me,” Carter insists, but he lets me move away. “I can just tell him I need your assistance for something football-related, I bet he’d let you skip the whole period.”

“Don’t even try it, Mahoney. You’re bad enough for me without tanking my grades. If you ruin my GPA, I’ll follow you to Columbia just to cock block you. I’ll follow you everywhere you go and tell all your potential wives that you have a small penis.”

“That’s not true,” he points out.

“But they’ll never know that, because my methods will be so effective they will stay far, far away from it. I’ll bring a Tootsie Roll for visual aid. I will become the bane of your existence, and then I’ll be like, ‘Well, you should’ve let me maintain my GPA and then I’d be at college in PA right now, but nooooo.’”

Carter smirks, catching me around the waist again and pressing me up against his car. “One small flaw in your plan, princess.”

I let him smash me against the warm metal at my back. Holding his gaze as he leans in until our chests are touching, I ask, “Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“If no one else is paying my dick any attention, I’ll make you pick up the slack.”

It shouldn’t send a thrill through me when he tells me he’d ‘make me,’ because he’s him, and I know he actually would. He seems to have twisted something in my brain though, because instead of wanting to push him away for saying something so perverse, I want to hook my leg around his hip and draw him closer. I want to spread my thighs and feel his heat between them. I want to play with him, egg him on, tell him to go on and do it, then.

But I can’t, because I really do need to get to class.

“Maybe that was my diabolical plan all along,” I tease, lightly.

“Maybe it was.” Carter smiles, dragging the back of his hand along the curve of my jaw. “Well played, Ellis. I hope you read the fine print, though. Now you’ve locked yourself inside a cage with the beast.”

“That’s okay,” I joke, just before his lips brush mine. “I’ve got thick skin, and I’m beginning to like when you nibble on me.”

Chapter 25

The middle-aged man beside me hasn’t washed his Longhorns jersey since the season started. He’s afraid if he does, it will interrupt the team’s winning streak. I would have been able to guess his jersey was unwashed from the faint musk wafting in my direction every time he stands and calls out encouragement to the guys on the field anyway, but I know it for a fact because in the slower moments, he strikes up conversation with me since we’re both here alone.

Given all Grace knows about Carter, I didn’t feel right asking her to come to the game with me tonight. Grace knows I have absolutely no interest in football, and that after everything went down with Jake, I would never attend a game. Yet, here I sit in the bleachers, my nails painted blue, and wearing a Longhorns tank top on top of it all. I certainly didn’t own one, but Carter brought me one after school, telling me I needed some team gear.



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