Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Read Online Books/Novels: | Entangled In You (Sibling Rivalry) |
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Author/Writer of Book/Novel: | Jordan Silver |
| Language: | English |
| ISBN/ ASIN: | B07NKCBC99 |
| Book Information: | |
This story contains material that may be offensive to some. If you're easily offended by adult situations in a fictitious setting please do not read. Lara may have bitten off more than she can chew. A little innocent teasing may have led to her getting into more trouble than she'd bargained for. Dante La Rosa didn't know what she was up to at first but when he caught on he was far from amused and it wasn't only because she was so much younger than him. He thought he'd take the high road, be the adult, but then he overheard her bragging about what she was doing to him and he decided to teach her a lesson she'd never forget. | |
| Books in Series: | Sibling Rivalry Series by Jordan Silver |
| Books by Author: | Jordan Silver Books |
Lara
“I can’t believe they’re making me do this.” I complained for maybe the ten thousandth time that day as I fell back against the mountain of pillows behind me with a sullen pout.
Something else I’m going to miss if mom and pop have their way, my nice soft bed and my million and one pillows. No doubt the place they’re sending me off to will be lacking in all creature comforts. At least it sounds like it.
“Girl you might as well stop stressing, you know you can’t get out of it anyway. How long did you say you’d be gone?”
“Three months, three whole months in that place. That’s my whole summer and then it’s off to college as soon as I get back.”
“Damn, that’s rough.”
“You think? And get this, there’s no Internet service and I’m not allowed to bring my cell phone. Well I can bring it, but I won’t be able to use it because there’s no reception. And mom and pop are not allowed to visit or get in contact the whole time I’m there.”
“It’s almost like boot camp, or prison.”
“That’s exactly what I said when mom told me. But apparently it’s something the women in pop’s family have been doing since like the first century or some crap, so I have to do it.”
“So it was his idea, not your mom’s?”
“Actually I think it was Dante’s that bastard.” I felt my face heat up just at the mention of his name.
“Dante? Why the hell would he do that?”
“Who knows, you know he gets his kicks out of tormenting me.” Though any kind of attention from my hot older stepbrother is always welcome, I couldn’t get behind this one.
For one, it would mean three months of not seeing him no matter that I only see him sparingly now anyway. But that’s better than not at all. Which I’m pretty sure will be the case once I get shipped off to this place that seems to be located somewhere amidst the hills of the great beyond.
I felt depressed suddenly at the thought of just why he’d want to send me away, why he’d go to such lengths, and my tummy started to hurt again, just as it has each time I ponder this question.
Could it be because I’d said something snarky about his latest fuck toy? But why now? He’s never minded before and I’ve said worst about some of the things he’s hung around with. He’s always just laughed it off or ignored me. But not this time it seems.
So did that mean that she’s the one he’d chosen? I’d heard mom and pop talking about the fact that he was at that age when he should be thinking of marriage and how it was time for him to settle down and start a family. Even now the memory of those overheard words still hurt.
I rubbed my hand over my tummy and was glad that my best friend Angela wasn’t here to eyeball me, but that we were having this conversation over the phone instead.
She sees entirely too much and there were just some things I wasn’t ready to share with the world. Not even with my best friend, my common sense rattling, always straightforward best friend.
Like the fact that I’m head over heels in love with my bad boy stepbrother and dream of having his babies. Of being the only woman he wants. The one woman he truly loves. The only one in his bed.
I know that there’s no way it’ll happen. He probably thinks I’m too young, while I think he’s the perfect age. I mean he is a little bit older than I am. But that seems to be part of the draw for me as well. I just love the idea that he’s so much more experienced. That he’s already seen and done things I haven’t. I don’t know, maybe I have a daddy complex, though he’s not old enough to be my dad.
Plus a dad is the last thing on my mind when I think about Dante. No, when I think of him these days it’s to imagine us in bed together, wrapped around each other, always in one compromising position or another.
The dreams are becoming more persistent, more real. To the point that I wake up some days with an ache between my thighs that run to a place deep inside. An ache that I know nothing and no one but him can ease. A fire that only he can extinguish.
But he doesn’t even know I exist, not as a love interest anyway. I doubt he’ll ever see me in that way, or ever want me in his bed. But that doesn’t stop me from dreaming, wanting.
I felt the sadness I’d been fighting all week return. Ever since mom told me about the convent, my only thought has been of him, and the distance that would be between us.