Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 124451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
His eyes widen, realization dawning. “Oh fuck,” he says, his arms falling from around my waist as his gaze starts shifting around the office. “Where?”
I shrug my shoulders. “Look for a safe,” I tell him as I dart around the back of his desk. “I’ll check the computer.”
Twenty minutes later, Tanner swipes his arm across Orlando’s desk, watching as everything goes flying across the room, computer and all, and not a moment later, he slams my chest down against the mahogany table, naked as the day I was born.
Smoke fills the room as every last piece of evidence against Tanner burns to ashes on the carpet, but all that matters is the way he kicks my legs wide.
“Oh God,” I groan, his hand coming down against my bare ass with a hard spank as the other curls around my hair, pulling my head right back. Then before I can even tell him how I want it, he lines his thick cock up with my dripping entrance and slams it deep inside me.
“Fuuuuck, Killer,” he groans, that deep rumble doing unspeakable things to me.
He fucks me hard and fast, knowing at some point we need to get out of here before the smoke kills us, but he’s determined to make me come first.
Tanner slams inside of me, stretching me wide and pushing me to my limits as my body crumbles to his every will. My hand grips the edge of the desk, holding on for dear life as my eyes roll in the back of my head. “Yes, Tanner. YES! More.”
He rises to the challenge, thrusting balls deep, and I swear, just one more inch and I’d feel him in my fucking throat. He spanks me again and I groan, pushing back against him and taking everything he’s got like the perfect greedy whore.
I take all of him, and just as I feel that familiar tightening deep in my core, warning me what’s to come, the fire alarm blasts through the mansion and water rains down over me. “Oh shit,” I gasp, realizing it’s the fire sprinklers.
I go to push up from the desk but Tanner holds me down. “Oh, no you don’t,” he mutters, a deep growl in his tone, only fucking me harder.
My face drops back against the desk, and I look back over my shoulder, watching him as he fucks me, dripping wet from the sprinklers, and good God, it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. The alarm continues to wail, and I don’t doubt this place will be crawling with firemen in less than two minutes, but we won’t even need one.
It builds and builds, becoming more intense by the second, and every thrust of his thick cock deep inside me only makes me want to scream. He doesn’t relent, giving it to me just right, and as my walls clench around him, he pushes me right over the edge. “Oh, fuck,” I cry, my pussy shattering into a million pieces.
My eyes clench and my knees go weak, feeling my orgasm tearing through my body. “So. Fucking. Tight,” Tanner grunts each word as my pussy convulses around him.
He thrusts into me one more time, coming hard and shooting his hot cum deep inside me, making me feel like the most desired woman on the planet.
My orgasm still wreaks the sweetest havoc over my body just as the office door whips open and I find both Jensen and Damien staring at us. My eyes widen but I can’t fucking move, not unless I want Tanner’s cum dripping out of me in front of my brother.
“Oh hey there,” I say awkwardly, watching as they take in the scene before them—the fire, the smoke, the sprinklers, and us.
Damien looks as though he’s about to tear Tanner in half, but Jensen just shakes his head and presses his lips into a hard line. “Why am I not surprised?” he questions before turning his gaze on Tanner. “Once you’ve blown your load, you should probably think about getting out of here. You know, smoke inhalation and all that.”
Tanner nods and just like that, Jensen reaches back in, grips the door handle, and pulls it closed like the perfect gentleman, leaving his new stepsister to continue getting railed.
Chapter 32
SARA
A lifetime of memorabilia spills from overturned boxes across the bedroom floor—the bedroom I used to share with the love of my life. A photo of us when we were young and inseparable catches my eye, and I take another swig of wine to wash away the taste of his deceit.
I’ve been searching for hours through every family photo, every souvenir keychain, and every letter Trenton lovingly wrote in our first few years of marriage. I need to find the moment everything went wrong, the moment he stopped looking at me like I hung the moon. The moment the lies began.