Death Wish (Deception Duet #2) Read Online K. Webster

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, New Adult, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Deception Duet Series by K. Webster
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Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 67372 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
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“I didn’t say not ever. But the answer is not now.” He cracks his neck and then stands, his dark-clothed body looming over me like a thundercloud. “It’s my turn. They’ll have theirs.”

He reaches behind his neck and tugs at his black shirt. Tattooed, muscled flesh on his abdomen is slowly revealed as he removes the material. The artwork painted on his skin is beautiful—he’s beautiful—but it’s nothing more than a trap to lure in his victims. His hand goes to the button of his black jeans.

“W-what are you doing?” I attempt to make myself as small as I can, pressing against the side of the tub. “Stay away from me.”

He ignores me, shoving his jeans down his thighs. Black boxer briefs are molded to his thick erection that strains against the material. He’s hard. For me. For this sick situation we’re in.

I want to run but my options are limited. I’m naked and outnumbered. Not to mention, my sister is here somewhere in this apartment. I need to think. Plot an escape. Running and fighting against any of them is pointless since they’re all much bigger and stronger than me.

This is going to take more than physical strength.

Think, Landry. Outsmart the monsters.

Hell, I had enough practice with Dad over the years. I’m a master at pretend. These men think they can keep me as some fucked-up prize. I’m no one’s prize, and neither is my sister.

He flings his boxers away. I keep my eyes focused on the edge of the tub. The bubbly water rises with each footstep and then dangerously reaches the top edge as he settles his weight into the water.

“Come closer,” he orders, like one would call a dog. “Now.”

I meet his stare, pouring every ounce of hatred I can into it. If my eyes were a weapon, he’d be slaughtered, burned to a crisp, shredded beyond recognition. His lips curl into a devilish grin. It’s not an amused one. More like he’s smiling at the idea of tearing my throat out with his teeth. Certain death.

Shivering under the chill of his attention, I hug my legs to me tighter. My attempt to ignore him doesn’t work because he grabs hold of me and drags me between his legs. I’m unable to resist as he physically pries my arms loose from my legs.

“Relax,” he murmurs against my ear. “Relax or I’ll be forced to make you.”

I’m not sure what that entails, but I’d rather have full control of myself. It takes several deep, ragged breaths until I manage to calm down enough to straighten out my legs. His chest is warm against my back and his cock is throbbing between us.

Is he going to make me have sex with him?

The thought of being forced into it nearly makes me nauseous. If I fight, it’ll hurt. If I scream, Della might get hurt. I’ll have to take it.

“You remind me a lot of her,” Scout murmurs, stroking my stomach beneath the water. “Not in looks or anything. It’s the fire in your eyes. I crave to snuff it out.”

Psychopath.

“They didn’t like Ash like I liked her. They weren’t obsessed.” He drags his fingers up, tracing beneath my breast. “You, on the other hand. You are very special, Landry.”

“So this is what you three do? Find some poor girl, trick her, and then share her?” I sneer at him. “You guys are royally fucked up.”

“We’ll have a family meeting soon to discuss your fate,” he assures me, his voice dipping a few octaves, “and then the fun can begin.”

Chapter Two

Sully

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I pace my bedroom, unable to tear my gaze from Della’s sleeping form buried under the comforter on my bed. She’s going to freak the fuck out when she wakes up, especially when her sister is nowhere to be found.

Fucking Scout.

I’m going to kill my brother. Sure, there have been times when I’ve wanted to beat the hell out of him, but tonight I actually want to get my hands around his throat and choke him.

That’s not going to happen.

Because Sparrow and I let him take her to his room. He’s in there doing God only knows what. We let him. We fucking let him.

Though, from the sounds of it, Sparrow quickly came to his senses because he’s been trying to beat down the damn door ever since. I’m kind of glad Della is deaf in this situation because she won’t hear anything that’s being said. And even though I didn’t stop Scout right away, because I wanted to protect Della from the scene, doesn’t mean I’m not going to.

Once I’m sure Della isn’t going to wake, I slip out of my room and make my way to Sparrow’s. He’s not in there and Scout’s door is closed. Landry hasn’t been screaming but that doesn’t mean anything. Knowing Scout, he probably gagged her.


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