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)
Another shiver sails down my spine, and I try to put it aside. There’s nothing I can do about the Orlando situation right now, but there is something I can do about Damien, and I won’t be leaving until I know for a fact his asshole is burning.
Turning the corner, I spy his door at the end of the hallway and glance back, finding Jensen behind me, still able to see me from his door. He looks far too happy, and it puts me on edge, but I won’t allow him to ruin this for me. I’ve been planning it all afternoon.
Reaching Damien’s door, I curl my fingers around the handle and take a breath, determined to open this door faster than it’s ever been opened in its life. This is going to be a mission. Damien has fast reflexes and can be ready to whoop my ass at a moment’s notice. I need to make this fast. Get in, get out, and run like fucking hell.
After mentally pumping myself up, I prepare myself for a world of domination.
In three, two, one.
I twist the handle and shove the door open, slamming my hip into it to give it the extra oomph it needs. The door crashes against the drywall with a loud bang as I fly into the room, my eyes wide and frantic as I look for Damien.
My heart pounds, deep in enemy territory. Barely a second has passed, not even time to blink and I’m already in the center of his room. His desk and couch are empty, so I whip my head toward his bed and come to a screeching halt. A horrified scream tears from deep in my chest. “AHHHHHHHHHHHH,” I bellow, my eyes turning to lava inside my head, completely scarred as I find my brother mounted on top of Ilaria and drilling into her.
Damien whips around, his eyes wide as he finds me gaping at the horrific sight.
“MY EYES!” I cry, bile rising in my throat as Jensen’s loud, booming laugh practically shakes the foundation of the house. “Holy fuck, what are you doing to my friend?”
Ilaria laughs before slapping a hand over her mouth. “He was rocking my world if you really must know.”
“Oh God,” I groan, holding a hand over my eyes, able to smell their sex in the air which makes me want to throw up all over the expensive carpet. “Please don’t talk to me while my brother’s dick is still buried inside your skanky vag.”
Damien laughs, so not understanding the horror of this moment, or if he does, he certainly finds my pain amusing. “What would you prefer I do? Pull it out?”
Yep, I’m definitely going to be sick. I have never regretted anything more in my life. I cry out, my feet slamming against the floor as I bolt back down the hallway, my hand cupped over my mouth.
Oh no. I’m not going to make it.
I barge through the bathroom door just as vomit erupts from my throat like a goddamn fountain, and though I try to block it with my hands, the force is just too great. Vomit spurts through my fingers, spraying the bathroom like some kind of bloody murder scene. And the smell. Fuck!
Finally making it to the toilet, I hang my head into it and violently redecorate the bathroom as Ilaria appears in the doorway with a blanket wrapped around her. “Oh no,” she says with a soft chuckle in her tone, holding a hand over her mouth as she looks at the mess.
I raise my head long enough to give her a nasty glare. “I hope you know what this means for you.”
Ilaria presses her lips into a hard line, her eyes sparkling with laughter. “Bring it on, baby.”
Damien and Jensen show up at the same time, both with stupid grins on their stupid boy faces. Jensen has the decency to at least pretend to feel for my current predicament. My brother, on the other hand, has no such reservations. A bellowing laugh tears from him as he loops his arm over Ilaria’s shoulder, his other hand trying to cover his junk, but considering he’s still hard, he’s not doing a very good job. And hell, just seeing it has me dry retching again.
“Holy fuck,” I mutter, breaking into a sweat. “For the record, I hate you all.”
Damien laughs and grabs Ilaria, throwing her over his shoulder. “I’m cool with that,” he says before spanking her ass and bolting back to his room, Ilaria’s giggles echoing down the long hallway.
I shakily get to my feet, glaring at Jensen who remains at the bathroom door. “Don’t even think about fucking off without cleaning this shit up,” he says, scanning the room. His expression becomes more and more horrified the longer he looks, even glancing up toward the ceiling, unsure whether to be mortified or impressed.