Perfect Enemy (Beckham Dynasty #2) Read Online M. Robinson

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Beckham Dynasty Series by M. Robinson
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Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 65041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
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I licked her one last time and then stopped, baiting, “Tell me you want it, bunny. Fucking beg me for it.”

“Please,” she moaned.

I growled and returned to lapping at her pussy, making her go crazy with passion. I knew these were feelings only I could ever elicit from her.

Within seconds, I was making her come hard and fast. She shook the entire time as I let her ride out her orgasm against my mouth before I released her with a pop. I didn’t bother wiping her come from my face, attacking her mouth instead.

With my hand at the back of her neck to keep her locked close to me, it was exactly where I wanted her to be. She tasted every last bit of herself, loving how much of a dirty bastard I was.

Being the asshole that I was, I taunted, “Your pussy doesn’t hate. Does that taste like hate to you?” I suddenly grabbed a fistful of her hair.

She yelped at the unexpected intrusion on her scalp.

“Isn’t that right?”

Forcefully, I yanked her head back farther, taking ahold of her face and squeezing her jaw. Needing her to see she wasn’t going to win this power struggle between us.

This was far from over.

In fact, it was only the beginning.

I let her go at a moment’s notice because if I didn’t…

I’d claim her virginity and fuck her raw and senseless.

To hell with the goddamn consequences.

Twenty

Cove

I felt his presence before I actually saw him. His masculine scent immediately assaulted my senses. He was lying shirtless on his back with one defined, toned arm underneath his pillow behind his head.

I was under the sheets while he lay on top of them on the bed beside me. The position he was passed out in accentuated his chiseled abs and bare chest, leaving very little to the imagination.

I couldn’t help but look down at his gym shorts. His bulging cock also lay there proudly between his legs. He wasn’t even hard, and it still appeared massive through the thin cotton fabric.

I rolled onto the side of my body, staring at him for a few minutes to just admire him, taking in every last inch of this man’s muscular physique. He truly was a work of art. Being this handsome should be a sin. Even in his sleep, he exuded dominance.

I couldn’t take my mesmerized gaze off him.

After he finished going down on me, I probably lay on that table for who knows how long. Jace of course left through the front door once he was done, slamming it behind him like he was pissed at what happened between us in the first place.

On the other hand, I didn’t know what to say or feel. All I knew were that my emotions were running wild when it came to him, and what he did to me earlier that night simply intensified it tenfold. It was my first time having someone do that to me, and all I wanted was to call Haven and tell her, but I couldn’t, and that was probably one of the hardest pills to swallow.

This was the first time I couldn’t tell my best friend about what was occurring in my life, and it plagued me. I wanted to ask for her advice. She was the best person to talk to about anything and not having that support was just as hard as whatever was happening between us. I was young and naive, and he was a man after all. However, age was just a number, despite us being twenty years apart.

I took a shower before coming to bed, leaning my forehead against the ceramic tile to let the scalding hot water run down my back, welcoming the burn. My body physically ached for some rest, some sleep, something, anything that would make my mind stop running wild like a hamster spinning on a fucking wheel.

I stayed in there until the water ran cold, and then got out. Throwing on one of Jace’s shirts that still smelled like him, I brushed my teeth, gargled some mouthwash, and then lay down on the bed.

My plan was to wait up for him, but in the end, sleep quickly won out. I had no clue when he came to bed, but all that mattered was he was there with me now. My eyes shifted to the clock on the nightstand and saw it read 4:00 a.m.

I silently wished he would take me in his arms and tell me what he was feeling, though I knew he never would. Tonight was a whirlwind of emotions. I was scared and nervous of what was to come and not knowing what it could be simply made it much harder than it probably needed to be. I couldn’t prepare myself for anything. I was just along for the ride and hanging on for dear life.


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