Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33104 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33104 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
“Where have you been?” my mother spoke softly from the corner of the dark living room.
She turned on the lamp beside the old leather wingback. I could still see the black circles under her eyes in the darkness—proof of how tired she was, even though she constantly denied it. I hated how she worked herself to the bone, but I also understood that principles couldn’t be bought. She was a daily reminder of the mess my piece of shit father made.
“I was out with some friends. Studying.”
She nodded as she got up and walked toward me, placing her palm on my face. “You’re such a good man. Nothing like him.”
The aftertaste of my lie twisted in my mouth. I hated lying to her, but I knew she would worry if she knew the truth.
She grabbed me in an embrace, her arms light and airy. “You and your sister are the only good thing that came out of that old life. My angels.” She sounded off, but I chalked it up to maybe too many nightcaps while she waited for me to come home.
“I love you too, Mom.” I kissed her frail, withered cheek. “Go to bed,” I ordered, adding, “Please.”
She nodded and walked up the stairs.
I went to the fridge and took out a beer before sitting on the couch. My head fell back, and I closed my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose. The usual rush I felt after tagging walls in those affluent neighborhoods wasn’t present.
Instead, my mind returned to the pretty blonde with the amber eyes. I still felt the burn of her touch on my hand. Years ago, I would have wrapped her in my arms and kissed her pretty pink lips until she was flushed and like putty in my hands. In a different life, she was my world, and I was hers.
I would have done anything for her, but shit happens, and life gets complicated. None of it was her fault, but when I looked at her, I saw the one person I hated more than anyone else in the world.
I wanted Devlynn to suffer. I wanted her to fall, desperate and pathetic, to the floor, begging. I wanted her to whither and be ruined. I wanted her to feel the pain my mother felt because of hers.
But I also wanted to hate fuck her into oblivion. I wanted to bury my cock deep in her pussy until she didn’t know where I began and she ended. I wanted to split her open with my cock until she screamed my name and forgot hers.
Chapter 4
Devlynn – Five Years Ago
“What are you always doing in that notebook?” I asked Elis as his hands danced, hidden behind a large leather-bound sketch pad.
“Tryin’ to capture beauty on paper,” he said, his eyes glued to the page. His lips formed into that sly smile I loved so much. His hair fell, a curl bouncing on his forehead, which was furrowed in concentration.
I took off my top and crawled onto his lap, one leg on either side of his thighs. Pushing him back, I wanted to grab that sketch pad, but I knew he would lose his mind. In our two whole years together, he’d never shown me the contents of that book. I knew he liked to draw, but he was always so private about it.
“You know I can’t concentrate with those fantastic tits bouncing in my face.” This time his glance was on me. He licked his lips, and his eyes zeroed in on mine. He placed the pad on the nightstand before balancing his weight on his elbows.
I placed my lips next to his and whispered, “I know.”
He grabbed my face, crushing his lips to mine. He tasted like happiness mixed with lust. I could have kissed him for a thousand years and never tired of the feeling. His hand unhooked my bra from behind, letting it fall between us, exposing my breasts to his hot touch and the cool air. My nipples hardened as he took them in his hands and tweaked them. A moan escaped my lips.
“You are so fuckin’ hot,” he whispered before bending his head and taking one nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing gently.
“Elis,” I panted, desperate for more.
He straightened us as his hands roamed down my yoga pants. He dipped his hand inside, feeling my heat. “You’re soaked.” He pushed his finger in my pussy before pulling out and rubbing my wetness on my mouth before crushing his lips to mine. “So fucking sweet,”
He flipped us so I was lying on my back on the bed with him above me. He peeled off my pants, his hands sliding down my bare legs as he pushed them off. He looked at me, bare to him other than my white lace panties.