Brutal Ambition Read Online Sam Mariano

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Dark, New Adult, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 167204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 557(@300wpm)
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I probably wouldn’t make a very good phantom. Can’t have her out there sharing her gifts with the world when I could keep them all for myself instead.

What the fuck?

Scowling at my own weird ass thoughts, I look down at my phone to see Ryan texting again, waiting for me to answer him.

“Yeah, sorry, I was busy having a fucking stroke. That sounds good.”

I can picture him smirking as he reads the message. “You need me to do a wellness check on you, too?”

“No. Just the roommate. Thanks.”

Sighing, I put my phone down and close my eyes, but with my responsibilities taken care of for the moment, I find my attention singularly focused on the pretty little songbird steaming up my bathroom.

All alone, too.

Such a fucking shame.

She’s a virgin, though. It’s too messy to fuck a virgin when you have no intention of getting attached.

Although…

I suppose virgin doesn’t necessarily mean completely inexperienced. Maybe I could play with her a little without making things too complicated.

My thoughts drift back to earlier tonight when I had her on the ground beneath me in the woods, the way her tits looked in that bodice. Everything about her was so fucking sexy—her rosy cheeks, her long curly hair mussed like she’d just been fucked around with…

It leaves me wondering how she looks when she’s truly been just fucked around with.

The shower turns off, and my cock stirs with interest.

“She’s not for you,” I murmur wryly, but he doesn’t seem to care.

As I listen to her quiet movements in my bathroom, I know she’s standing there naked—or if not naked, close to it. She has a bath towel but no clothes to change into. I told her I’d grab her something out of my closet to sleep in, but now that I’ve put so much thought into what she looks like naked, I’m wondering if I should grab her clothes after all.

How hard would it be to convince her to sleep naked in this bed with me?

This is a bad idea.

I ignore that stray thought and open my bedside drawer to check…

Ah, fuck.

Out of condoms.

I don’t know why it matters when I know I’m not supposed to fuck her anyway, but I’m a little annoyed at myself for not replenishing the supply.

The door cracks open and I push the drawer back in before I look over at her.

Brynn’s face is bare, her hair dripping wet, and her soft skin glints with moisture. Obviously, procuring clothing was her top priority when she stepped out of the shower.

“Hi,” she says, with a smile that feels like an apology for inconveniencing me. “Did you remember to grab that shirt for me to sleep in?”

“I did.”

“Great. Um, I didn’t see it on the counter.”

I told her I’d crack open the door and reach an arm in to put it on the counter so she didn’t worry about me creeping on her while she was naked.

But I didn’t do that. Instead, I stayed out here thinking about her naked and not getting her any clothes.

“I remembered to grab it. Didn’t grab it, though. I was texting my friend about checking in on your roomie and keeping an eye on your building entrance for a bit once he’s sure she’s okay.”

Her focus shifts, and relief transforms her pretty face. “Oh, thank you. I appreciate it.”

“No problem. Why don’t you dry off and come back, and we’ll see if I’ve made any progress on this clothing mission by then?”

She rolls her eyes, but I can tell she’s not really that annoyed. “Why don’t I just grab something myself,” she says, straightening and opening the door. She leaves it open, and I feel the humidity from her shower start to drift into the room.

I watch her pad across my bedroom floor in nothing but a fluffy towel, and I can’t help thinking about how easy it would be to snatch that towel and satisfy my curiosity about what she looks like underneath. How easy it would be to taste her, whether she was in agreement or not.

I ease off the bed, but the sound the mattress makes when the springs release gives me away. Brynn glances back at me, her eyes widening at my unexpected movement. Without having to say a word, her body tells me she’s wary. Like back at the woods right before she ran from me, I note her gaze as it searches me for signs of danger.

She must find them, because I see a flash of the look I saw right before she fled into the forest.

I’m too close, though, and there’s nowhere for her to seek refuge in my apartment.

She retreats on instinct and ends up inside the closet. I advance on her and plant a hand on the door, just in case she was thinking about closing herself inside to keep a barrier between us.


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