Even if it Hurts (Coastal Elite #1) Read Online Sam Mariano

Categories Genre: Angst, Contemporary, Dark, New Adult, Romance, Virgin, Young Adult Tags Authors: Series: Coastal Elite Series by Sam Mariano
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Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 129986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
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I swallow, sliding my hand down between my thighs.

“Play with your pussy. Get yourself off,” he commands. “I want to hear you come.”

I should be horrified at the prospect of doing something like that with a guy that’s not even my boyfriend, but my body needs it, and I want to please him.

I don’t even feel self-conscious as my finger finds my clit and strums that thrilling, sensitive little nub. I thought I would, but I can hear how much he enjoys every noise I make as I touch myself.

I feel sexy.

He made me feel sexy.

When I come, I cry out, but the walls are thin so I try to muffle the sound in my pillow.

My heart pounds, but my body feels so relaxed as I lie twisted in the sheets, hugging my soft pillow.

Dare’s voice on the phone is the perfect salve to top off the experience.

“That was perfect, Aubrey. You’re perfect.”

For once in my life, I feel perfect.

And so relaxed. I can’t remember the last time I felt so relaxed.

“Now, curl up and get some sleep,” he tells me.

I smile softly. “I will. Thank you.”

“Sweet dreams.”

“You, too,” I murmur.

I’m so spent, I can scarcely be bothered to reach for my charge cord to plug in my phone. I do, but it feels like a Herculean effort. My eyes are heavy and near-impossible to keep open, but the room brightens with a new notification on my phone.

Just in case it’s him, I check it.

A new follow request.

I swipe the notification open to see that Chase Darington is requesting to follow me.

My teeth sink into my bottom lip and I smile.

Confirm.

Yes, Chase Darington, you can follow me.

I don’t click his profile to check it out. I’m too afraid of what I might see, and too tired, anyway.

In the blissful but vulnerable state I find myself in, all I should be doing is going to sleep, so I close my apps, put my phone on do not disturb, and curl up for a restful night’s sleep.

Chapter fifteen

Dare

I watch dispassionately from the chaise end of my leather couch as Anae loops her arm around Scofield’s neck, rubbing her ass on him as he holds onto her hips from behind.

They’re “dancing.”

Really, she’s trying to get my attention, but it doesn’t work. The harder she tries, the more I ignore her.

She doesn’t like when anyone else ignores her, but when I do it, it gets under her skin in the best way. Makes her desperate, makes her feel how little control she has over me.

Seeing she’s caught my gaze, she breaks away from Scofield and comes over to climb on my lap.

“What are you doing over here all by yourself?” she asks, wiggling her ass on me as she gets comfy.

Flicking a glance at the shrinking ice cubes in my drink, I say, “Getting thirsty.” I tip back the glass and drain it, leaving only the half-melted cubes. I hand it to her. “Go get me more.”

Her eyes narrow, but I can see the heat and anticipation dancing there. She doesn’t like to be bossed around by anyone but me. “Whatever you say,” she says playfully to disguise how much she means it.

I watch her head out to the bar to refill my drink.

Mallory comes over, a big smile on her face. She’s past tipsy. I can tell because she drops onto the couch beside me, then falls over giggling and leans her head on my bicep.

I don’t think much of it until her hand softly closes around it and she peers up at me, looking a little nervous, but a little hopeful, too. “Sorry, Dare. I’m, like, so drunk right now.”

I resist the urge to drag her hand off me like it’s a dirty net washed up on the shore. Mallory’s pretty and all, but I don’t fuck Anae’s friends, and I’m getting strong come-on vibes.

She goes to sit up and accidentally puts her hand on my thigh.

What is this?

Her hand slides in until it’s dangerously close to my dick. I grab her wrist, startling her. She looks up at me, unsure if my steely grip is part of the game, or…

It’s or.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I ask her.

Her mouth opens and closes like she never dreamed I would ask. “I…”

I hear the clacking of Anae’s heels on the hardwood, so I push her friend’s hand off me and lean away.

Taking the hint, Mallory sits up and looks straight ahead, clearly embarrassed.

Anae leans over the back of the couch so her long hair falls on my shoulder. Rubbing my chest, she offers my drink. “Here you go, baby.”

Fuck this.

I don’t know what she’s up to, but I’d bet my left nut she’s fully aware Mallory just came onto me, and I’m not in the mood for her shit tonight.

I push her hand off me too and stand. Anae straightens, appearing startled. Mallory avoids looking at me altogether.


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