Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21386 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21386 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
But I wasn’t reading it. I knew it by heart at this point. I knew every filthy word she’d written in there, and I knew they were all about me. So no, I wasn’t reading it. I was smelling it, because it smelled like her.
Specifically, it smelled like her fucking panties.
I had no right to go into her room at her dad’s house, ever. But that didn’t and hadn’t stopped me. Nothing could stop me from my obsession with her.
Not that she was barely legal.
Not that her damn father was my mother's new husband.
Not other women, since I hadn’t even touched one since I met her.
Not that fact that she was my step-sister.
Literally none of it could stop me.
The letter I’d found in my most recent exploration, the day before. Everly had been out, and I’d been over at the house using her father’s home gym, as I’d been dong for a few months. The gym in my apartment bundling was under construction, and the house was just a shorter drive than any gym worth my time.
Ken was out, Everly was out, and my mother was passed out drunk somewhere. It couldn’t be helped. My obsession couldn’t be stopped. Hell, I hadn’t been able to stop it since the second I’d laid eyes on her, and knew she had to be mine, come hell or high water.
I’d gone into her room that day and just inhaled the scent of her. The whole fucking room smelled like strawberry body wash, vanilla scented candles, and eighteen year old pussy. I’d groaned, filling my nostrils with the sweet candy smell of her. I’d gone to her bed and buried my face in her pillow, my fucking heart beating out of my chest as I’d breathed her in.
I’d gone to her dresser, and opened the middle drawer, where I knew she kept her panties. I’d growled, running my hands over her tiny little panties, and feeling the silk and lace tease over my fingertips.
Fuck it got me hard.
I’d shoved my hand in, almost imagining that I was running my fingers over the delicate lace while it was still stretched across her tight, hot little body. My cock lurched in my gym shorts, bulging at the front and leaking precum into my boxers as I wrapped my hand around it and groaned.
My fingers and my eyes stopped at a tiny little pink thong with hearts on it that had the words “just visiting” written across the front. My jaw clenched tight, and my pulse quickened. I wasn’t sure if it was cute hot to think of innocent little Everly Price wearing such slutty panties, or if it was enraging to think that there was a possibility she’d gotten them for someone.
…Some little prick who was going to find himself at the business end of my wrath if I ever learned who.
I was gripping the panties in my hand before I realized there was something under them. An envelope with my name on it, plainly in her handwriting.
My skin had tingled, and my whole body had tensed as I’d slowly opened the unsealed flap and pulled out the handwritten letter that was going to change everything.
“Dear Channing,” it read. “I want you.”
And from those first words, I knew she was mine. The letter laid out every fucking filthy thing Everly wanted me to do to her, and what she wanted to do to me. I mean fuck, it read like something out of Penthouse letters. I’d known she’d looked at me. But nothing, and I do mean nothing, could have ever prepared me to read the filthy fantasies rolling around sweet little Everly Price’s head.
And I knew one thing: the letter was the ammunition I needed. It was the straw that broke this man’s last resolve — my last possible attempt at holding back and trying to convince myself that she was off limits, no matter how much I wanted to claim her.
The letter changed all of that.
I’d been waiting around this fucking town too long. I mean, I had the plan in place, but I’d just been waiting. And I think, somehow, deep inside, I’d been waiting for her.
…And now, I was going to get her.
I’d lay my trap. The letter would be my bait, and by the time she’d sprung it, she’d be too busy moaning my name and feeling every inch of my cock slide deep between those thighs to even know she’d been caught.
Everly Price wanted me, huh? Well, she was going to get me. And I wasn’t going to stop until she was mine.
4
Everly
“Miss?”
With a start I realized the cab was stopped, and in front of my father and Channing’s office building. I followed the wide-eyed stare of the cab driver through the rearview mirror and also realized with a hot flush that my skirt had ridden high on my thighs — like, scandalously high. I quickly yanked it down, blushing furiously, before handing my money to the driver and scampering out of the car.