Entangled In You Read online Jordan Silver (Sibling Rivalry #3)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Sibling Rivalry Series by Jordan Silver
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Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
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“Dante where are we? What’s going on? Did something happen?”

I ignored her questions and hustled her little ass into the car and drove back to the house a few hundred yards away. I was in a rush to get acquainted with her tight ass.

It had been weeks since I’d been plotting this shit and my dick had been hard as fuck to get inside her ever since. To add insult to injury, I couldn’t even enjoy the latest pussy I’d been hitting because thoughts of her kept intruding. That just meant her little pussy was in for a workout once I got in it.

I helped her out of the car and decided to leave her luggage for now. I took her hand and headed for the house all but dragging her along behind me in my haste.

“Dante, what’s going on?” She looked around as if expecting, what I don’t know. I held her hand more securely and pulled her along. I’d lost my crew yes and given the staff here some time off, but I wasn’t taking any chances.

Not that I was afraid of repercussions you understand, I wasn’t expecting any no matter how fucked this shit was. I just didn’t want anyone fucking with my program before I’d planted my kid in her.

The idea for the kid was ingenious. At first I’d planned to just grab her and fuck the shit out of her just to teach her spoilt ass a lesson. But for some reason one day the idea of seeing her swollen with my child popped into my head and refused to leave.

That’s part of the shit that kept me hard for weeks, imaging putting my kid in her. I’ve never wanted to do that shit before. But the more I thought about it the more use to the idea I became. Besides, I told myself I was getting up there in age and pop has been on my ass to get married for damn near five years.

Thirty might not seem that old to some, but to an Italian family it was like the fucking end of beyond. And when you have a nonna like mine that you would bend over backwards to please because she’s a pain in the ass, you do what you have to do.

I couldn’t find anyone in our fair city to fit the bill of wife furthermore mother. They were all a bunch of money-grubbing hyenas out for the easy life.

No one gave a fuck about love anymore. Any bitch I marry better be in fucking love. Since the pool was dry as fuck, and this one was on my dick anyway, I figured, why not.

And then my mind went into overdrive and I started looking at shit more clearly. Looking for all the reasons this shit might just be the right thing to do. I wasn’t looking for justification, fuck that. I was just making sure this shit was going to be good for her and I.

I hadn’t been attracted to her until she made herself attractive to me, went out of her way in fact to do that shit. The thing is, I had a type and she wasn’t it, or at least I didn’t use to think so.

She may have thought I was too dumb to read between the lines, but after that conversation I’d overheard, I started replaying shit in my head and realized she was either in love with me, or well on the way there.

With that deduction came the realization that a lot of things I’d brushed off in the past year leading up to her eighteenth birthday had been warning signs. Like her reaction to my latest squeeze.

I don’t recall her ever caring one way or another who I dated, but she hated even the mention of Vanessa’s name. I didn’t think much of it at the time. In fact, I think I had brushed it off as her teenage hormonal bullshit.

And then there was the way she’d run to the door to greet me all excited when I came over to the house to visit after a long absence. It all went over my head at the time, until I heard that conversation and started putting the pieces together.

I guess she was too shy to come right out and tell me what she wanted, and this way I’m the bad guy, so when shit comes to light, I can take the fall. I have no problems with that. And since she was going to be mine I sure the fuck would protect her, even from pop if I had to.

So once that shit was settled in my head and I was sure it’s what I wanted, instead of grabbing her to teach her a lesson at the end of my cock like I’d originally planned, I’d made up my mind to breed the fuck out of her.


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