Sinful Enemy (Beckham Dynasty #3) Read Online M. Robinson

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: Beckham Dynasty Series by M. Robinson
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Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
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Remembering I had no clothes, I pulled a black hoodie and sweats from two hangers. As I walked back into his bedroom, the shower shut off, bringing my attention back to the present. His footsteps quickly followed. I didn’t have to spin around to know he stood behind me by his bathroom door.

However, as soon as I did, I found Ledger Beckham…

My baby daddy.

Clean.

Wet.

Naked with only a towel around his waist.

Fifteen

Hazel

In all his glory, water glistened off his chiseled physique, muscular arms, and rock-hard abs. I couldn’t resist the temptation that was this man. My gaze shifted from his face to his chest to where I had no business looking.

His dick bulged through the white towel.

When my lustful stare finally met his, the smug grin on his devastatingly handsome face instantly washed away all my desire for him.

“Like what you see?”

I played it off. “There’s not much to see.”

Not hesitating in the least, he yanked off his towel, and again, I couldn’t resist. Blame it on the pregnancy hormones. I inadvertently licked my lips as I stared at his pride and joy.

Long.

Thick.

Suddenly getting hard.

I immediately turned. “Oh my God.”

He scoffed out a chuckle. “What do you think will happen when you stare at my cock like you want to ride it?”

I swallowed hard, feeling my heated skin burning with desire. Once I heard his footsteps descend, and I knew he was getting dressed, I spun back around as he was pulling up his gym shorts.

Before I thought about it, I blurted, “Why do you have pictures of me in your house when you kicked me out of your life?”

“Don’t ask questions you’re not ready to hear the answers to.”

“I wouldn’t be asking if I wasn’t ready.”

“Is that why you’re prying around in my room?”

I reluctantly stated, “I thought it was our room.”

“By all means, Hazel.” He gestured to the open space. “I have nothing to hide.”

“You say that with certainty?”

“I meant it when I said what’s mine is yours.”

“It doesn’t matter how much you flirt with me. I still hate you.”

He leaned back against his dresser, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “Is that what I’m doing? Flirting with you?”

“Ledger…”

He walked toward me, each step more determined than the last, until he stood inches away from my face with his eyes dilated. Before I knew what was happening, he backed me up against the wall and caged me in with his arms.

Meeting his intense, brazen stare, I replied, “This isn’t going to work. I’m immune to your bullshit.”

“Well, my cock isn’t immune to yours.” To prove his point, he thrust it against my core.

“That was so inappropriate. You can’t—”

Then he did something that truly surprised me. He dropped down to his knees. For a second, I thought it was sexual, but he quickly showed me a side to him I never expected to see or experience with him.

He opened my suit jacket and kissed the uncovered skin on my belly. I froze, and I swear I stopped breathing. I didn’t know what to say. I barely knew how to feel.

“I can’t wait to meet you,” he rasped against my stomach. “I love you so much already.”

Why is he doing this to me?

He looked up at me with a wicked expression and added, “Now tell your mommy to stop pretending that she doesn’t want Daddy sleeping next to her every night.”

I smiled. “You can tell your daddy that Mommy has no interest in sleeping next to him because their relationship is strictly platonic.”

“At least Mommy admitted she has a relationship with Daddy.” He kissed my belly one last time before he stood, and I acted as if I wasn’t fazed by his sudden tender moment that I quickly wanted more of.

Instead of giving in to his incessant demands, I excused myself to use the shower, and to my shock, he let me go without saying another word. I think he was just as taken aback by what he’d done.

I needed to get rid of his scent.

His touch.

The memories of us that had the power to break me all over again.

Moving on autopilot, I blinked, and I was standing in the shower, welcoming the heat against my tense frame. I allowed the hot water to burn into my skin, hoping it’d take away the mixed emotions I was experiencing. Pressing my hands against the shower wall, I leaned my forehead against the cool stone tile. I closed my eyes, still feeling his strong, callused fingers all over my flesh. His body on top of mine, hearing echoes of his dirty words and hurtful ones.

No matter how much I tried or wanted to push away the unrelenting questions with no answers, it was no use. My mind ran wild. I couldn’t get my feelings under control.

I stayed in there until the water ran cold and finally stepped out. After drying off, I threw on his hoodie and sweatpants with no panties. Once I finished brushing my damp hair with his brush, I inhaled a deep breath and walked back out to his bedroom.


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