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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He turns on his heel without another word.

I don’t breathe any easier. I still want to chase after him and bash his fucking skull in. But, knowing I’ve rattled him will have to do.

Chapter Fourteen

Landry

I’m going crazy.

My mind is a mess of thoughts, all of which lead back to the triplets. They’ve gotten themselves under my skin. Burrowed so deep, I don’t have any hope of digging them out.

I don’t want to.

No, what I want is complicated.

Or is it?

Maybe it’s much simpler than I think. If I’m honest with myself, the murkiness fades and one thing becomes clear.

I want them.

All three of them.

Sparrow made me admit it, but was it just some kinky moment for him to get off to? Does he really want to get naked with me and his brothers?

I can’t even begin to imagine what that sort of encounter would entail, much less how to even initiate it. I may think I’m in control, but I’m spinning around helplessly, desperate for a guide.

Does this sort of sexual connection between four people, three of which are related, even come with a guide? It feels unknown and completely foreign. Like floating in space, drifting further and further from the safety of earth, being sucked into the void of their black hole.

I want to be with them.

Tonight.

I’m going to make it happen. I’m not going to second-guess myself or feel guilty at what kind of person it makes me. For once in my life, I just want to feel good and happy. These three men keep circling around me, caught up in my orbit.

It would be easy, right? As easy as it is lying on the sofa right now with two of them in comfortable silence. Sully lets me use his lap for a pillow for my head and I have my feet in Sparrow’s lap. Scout left a bit ago to watch a movie in Sully’s room with Della to get her to go to sleep, but one shout for him, and he’d be here in a second.

Just tell them—no, demand it.

“Any news?” I ask Sparrow who’s scowling at his phone at the end of the couch.

Not the question I wanted to ask.

Why can’t I be brave for once?

Sparrow glances at me and shakes his head. “Still searching. They’re staying tightlipped about any leads they have.” He squeezes my foot and then starts massaging it. “But don’t worry. Scout had several of his contacts make anonymous tips to the cops today in New Jersey stating they’d seen a woman and child walking down the street there. The police will be too busy following those leads to even look our direction. We’ll make sure we stay two steps ahead of them at all times.”

“I can’t hide here forever,” I blurt out.

Sparrow scoffs. “Says who?”

“It’s just not sustainable. Eventually, Della will need to go to school. We’ll want to leave the apartment at some point.” I sigh and go to bring my foot out of his lap, but Sparrow tightens his grip around my ankle, stopping me.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he growls. “Ever.”

These guys really are possessive pricks sometimes. Angling my head to look up at Sully, I expect some sympathy toward me. Instead, he’s watching me with a stubborn expression that matches his brother’s as he runs his fingers through my hair.

“Fine, but at least entertain me,” I murmur, grasping for the nerve to say what I want.

You said you were in control, so take control.

The air crackles with tension. It’s evident they’re thinking the same thing, which is almost positively what I’m thinking, because it grows quiet and both their attention is solely on me now.

“I want to do it,” I whisper.

“It?” Sully teases, a grin on his stupidly handsome face.

“You. All three of you. Together.”

Sully’s playfulness fades and a ravenous glint flashes in his dark eyes. “Because you’re ours.”

Theirs.

It sounds so good. So simple. So easy and fun and perfect.

I want this. I want them.

“Fuck yeah she is,” Sparrow growls. “Say it. Beg for what you want.”

I try to kick him, feigning annoyance. “I’m not going to beg. I demand—”

My bold words are cut off by the sound of harsh knocking on the door. I freeze, terror chilling me to my bones, chasing away all desire. Sparrow flies off the couch just as Scout comes storming down the hallway from Sully’s bedroom and into the living room, a gun in his grip. I sit up and practically climb into Sully’s lap.

Don’t let him take me.

I can’t open my mouth to say the words. He hugs me tight, his arms an iron grip around me. If his hold on me is anything to go on, I’d say he’s not letting me go without a fight.

Sparrow walks over to the door and peeks through the peephole. “Fuck.”

“Who is it?” Scout demands.


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