The Tangle of Awful Read Online K. Webster

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Forbidden, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 99500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
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“Sure we can.” I bore my gaze into hers. “I’m taking your shorts off, Aubrey.”

Again, she melts like butter at hearing her name. Her hips lift, giving me silent permission. I pull the shorts and underwear away, eager to see her fully naked. Of course she’s hot as fuck. My dick is granite as I appreciate her perfect form.

“I can’t have sex with you, Spencer. I can’t.”

I arch a brow at her as I press a thumb against her clit. Her legs part and she bites down on her bottom lip. Circle after circle, I tease her right into an orgasm. The whimpers coming from her are a siren calling me to the rocky shore. I need to be right there with her.

“Spencer, we can’t,” she says, eyes wild with lust.

I pull down my boxers and kick out of them before crawling over her spread body. My cock rests against her clit, but I don’t make any moves to enter her. She gasps, fingers finding my hair, tugging me to her for a kiss. I kiss her hard and claiming, slowly rocking my hips to tease her sensitive clit. Her legs find their way around my hips, heels digging into my ass.

“We can’t fuck,” I taunt. “Remember? Your stupid rule.”

“We can’t,” she echoes, lifting her hips. “We can’t.”

“But I want to feel you, baby. I want to know how it feels to be inside the girl I’ve loved for years.”

“Spencer.”

“Beg me, baby. Beg me to fuck you.”

“Please,” she chokes out. “Please…don’t.”

I start to pull away, but she digs in harder. Reaching between us, I grip my dick, teasing at her slick opening. She nods once and then flutters her eyes closed. Agonizingly slow, I glide into her. Her cunt is tight, sucking me in like a throat swallowing a dick.

“You’re letting me fuck you because you know you’re mine,” I croon against her lips. “You always have been.”

All talk is silenced as I lose myself to her lips and body. My hips piston wildly as I drive forward, needing to make my mark on her—to claim her once and for all. Her fingernails claw at my arms as her body tightens. A scream is on her lips and I smack my hand over her mouth, fucking harder and faster. Our eyes meet—hers wild and mine determined. I thrust into her like a madman long after her body stops shuddering from another orgasm and until mine chases after hers.

I come inside of her.

Spurt after spurt.

Mine. Fucking mine.

She doesn’t stop me or ruin the moment with talk of condoms. Her body clenches around my cock, milking me for every drop. This girl wants all I have to give.

“Time for bed, leech.” I grin at her. “I’m still going to call you leech.”

She smiles back. “I secretly like it.”

I pull back, fascinated by the way cum runs out of her red, swollen pussy, leaving a puddle below her. So fucking hot.

Climbing out of bed, I head for the bathroom for a warm washcloth to clean her up. When I return, she’s droopy-eyed and half asleep, still sprawled out and spent from our fucking. I quickly clean her up and the spot beneath her. After gathering her pajamas and the cloth, I deposit them in the hamper, turn off the lights, and then rejoin her.

She allows me to pull her naked body against my side and she snuggles into me. I absently stroke her shoulder in the dark, eyes wide-open as I replay the entire encounter.

It was fucking amazing.

Just as I always knew it would be.

I don’t know what the future holds for us, but in this moment, I’m pretty damn content.

If I could somehow make it where the outside world didn’t touch us, I could live the rest of my life happy with her in my arms. We could stay in this room forever just the two of us.

Unfortunately, life isn’t that easy.

The complications stacked against us are bigger than Park Mountain itself.

I have to figure out a way to change that indefinitely no matter who or what becomes a casualty.

I have to.

Hugo

I thought I knew stress…before.

When Neena would play her games and torment me with her threats. With her, it was a daily bout of nerves always wondering what she had up her sleeve in an effort to manipulate me into getting what she wanted.

Like the time she reminded me she slept with my brother, Callum, long before our marriage and threatened to “accidentally” send a sex video to the whole goddamn parent contact list at Park Mountain High.

Why the threat?

Because she wanted her nose done and I told her it was a waste of money.

I didn’t want Callum dragged into my psychotic marital problems, so I happily funded her cosmetic surgery.

Always eggshells with Neena. Always. It worsened when Aubrey left. For a few short years there, we almost behaved like a family. Neena wasn’t such an unstable, conniving bitch.


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