Jealousy Read Online Eve Vaughn

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Forbidden, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
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It’s true my brother is a lowlife but I refuse to allow him to talk down on my dad. “Fuck you, Jackson, my father isn’t to blame for any of this.” To my chagrin, tears collect in the wells of my eyes and I fight to hold them back because I don’t want him to know he’s hit the nail on the head more than I care to admit.

How the hell was I going to get out of this disaster that has become my life? Even before Jackson so heartlessly pointed these things, I couldn’t think of a ready solution.

“Your father seems like a good man, Zora,” he says with a softened tone. The anger in his eyes has subsided and he relaxes his shoulders. “My goal here isn’t to disparage him. But you need to face reality. Your family is in a lot of trouble financially and until you have access to an abundance of cash, he’s going to lose this house and then what? You’re going to work yourself to the bone trying to cover his debt? Do therapists really make enough for you to shoulder this load you plan to take on? I’d say the tiny one room apartment in the questionable neighborhood you live in says it doesn’t.”

His relaxed grip on my face allows me to pull out of his hold. My heart speeds up and when the meaning of his words finally hit me. “How do you know all this about me? Have you been stalking me? Is it even a coincidence that you’re here and you’re just using my brother as a pretext to see me?”

He shrugs with a nonchalance that infuriates me. “I leave nothing to chance, Zora. If you haven’t gotten it yet, I’ll make it explicitly clear. I want you. I’ve wanted you for a very long time. And I intend to have you. Have I taken the most scrupulous methods in getting I want? Probably not but the only way this is going to go is with you in my bed, screaming my name over and over again.”

A loud chuckle rumbles my belly because what else can I do but laugh. Clearly this man has lost his mind. Either that or I really am in a hyper realistic dream where my scenes are multiplied by 100. “Jackson, you clearly think I’m a fool if you want me to believe that. You want me? How old are you? Two? Or is your ego so wounded that you can’t take my rejection after all these years? I told you no then and I’m telling you no now.”

He raises a brow and then laughs back. “Stubborn until the very end, I see. Far be it beyond me to ignore a challenge.”

I don’t get a chance to react to his next move before he’s too swift. One second my feet are planted firmly on the ground and the next, he lowers himself and tosses me over his shoulder.

I pummel his back. “Jackson, put me down. I’ll call…” I stop myself realizing how hollow a threat that would be but that didn’t mean I would stop fighting.”

I kick and struggle, but that only earns me a stinging slap on my ass. “Be still or you’re going to hurt yourself,” is his only warning as he takes me down the hall and carries me to my bedroom.

The room is messy because I haven’t had a chance to clean up but he doesn’t seem to take note of it. Instead, he tosses me onto my unmade bed effectively robbing the wind from my lungs.

He immediately pounces on top of me and swallows the scream that leaves my throat.

I struggle and writhe beneath him but he clamps my wrists above my head.

When I opened the door to him I didn’t expect a repeat of that scene from twelve years ago. So much time has passed since graduation night that I could pretend I felt nothing when he’d pinned me against the wall and made me feel things I’d only read in trashy romance books. I could make believe that he hadn’t awakened something within me that I’ve been in denial about since then.

Now those old stirringly were no longer distant memories I’d tried to forget with therapy and being with other men. I’m confronted with the fact that once again, that my body is not my own when he does these things to me.

When his erection grinds against my pussy and the heat between my thighs can only be tempered with the sweet relief of his touch.

Maybe I have lost my mind as he’s accused me of because the more I try to fight against his passionate assault, the hotter the flames become.

His mouth devours mine, tasting me with a force of a starving man. In the back of my mind I tell myself to keep fighting my wayward body is saying something completely different.


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