Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 99500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
“Until that freak hurts you too,” she chokes out. “I can’t let that happen. What if…What if he did something to Mom?”
Stalking over to her, I then shove the suitcase over on its side with my foot before grabbing onto her bare biceps. “That motherfucker won’t get a chance.”
“Let go of me, Spencer. I’ve made up my mind.” Bitterness in her tone makes her face screw up into a sour expression. “It’s done.”
“Fuck you, leech. It’s not done. This is bullshit!”
She struggles against my hold. “Don’t make me scream for Hugo!”
“You think he’s going to let you walk right out of here? You really are dumb.” I let out a harsh laugh. “Nah, Dad’s going to side with me on this one.”
Her face burns red-hot with fury and she tries to fucking bite me. Vicious brat.
“Dad!” I bellow. “Dad!”
“Stop,” she wails. “Just stop!”
I can hear Dad’s sneakers pounding the floors as he runs from his room to hers.
“What the hell is going on here?” Dad demands. “Spencer, let her go.”
“No,” I growl, turning so I can see him and manhandling her with me. “She’s trying to leave us.”
Dad frowns. “What? Where are you going? To see Tasha?”
“It’s not safe having me here,” she says, chin wobbling. “I need to leave to keep you both safe.”
“Not happening,” I grind out. “Sorry, leech. You’re stuck with us.”
She glowers at me and then turns her puppy dog eyes on Dad. He usually melts under that particular gaze, but not this time. His body straightens and he steps forward, crowding us.
“You’re not leaving,” he says, voice firm and unyielding. “End of discussion, young lady.”
I laugh because Dad trying to be fatherly right now is pretty fucking comical.
“Excuse me? You’re not my dad!” Aubrey yells, going back into psycho mode. “I’m eighteen. I can do whatever I want.”
Dad grabs her jaw, forcing her to look up at him. Her eyes are wide, nearly bugging out of her head. “I said you’re not leaving. We’re done talking about this.”
“You can’t hold me captive!” she shrieks, wriggling in our hold.
“The hell I can’t,” Dad growls. “You’ll stay here where it’s safe. Where we can protect you.”
She freezes and then tries a different tactic. “Oh yeah? Gonna tie me to your bed, Hugo?” Her head jerks out of his grip and she pins me with a hard glare. “Or will I be taken to yours, Spencer? Exactly who do I belong to? Who’s my warden?”
The room goes quiet as she waits. She’s trying to trip us up—playing chicken until we release her. I peel my stare from hers and look my dad right in the eye.
“I’m going to put my dick in her smart mouth, Dad, until she stops fucking talking about leaving.” I grin evilly at him. “Any objections?”
His jaw clenches and I can see the moral battle flickering in his eyes. Then, much to my surprise and a testament to his equal obsession with her, he shakes his head. “I’m rather tired of this conversation too. Do what you need to do, Spencer.”
“You’re just going to walk away and let him face fuck me?” Aubrey screeches. “Fuck you, Hugo. I thought you loved me.”
He chuckles, dark and sinister. “Who said I was walking away?” He hooks his finger into her tank top and bra strap, slowly tugging it down over her shoulder. “I’m staying right here.”
She gasps as his mouth meets her bare shoulder. This is totally fucked-up, but I’m here for it. Honestly, I want to see if Dad will really go through with it. Sharing a girl with your son has to be a mindfuck.
“Take her shorts off,” Dad orders. “She can’t go anywhere without shorts on.”
I rip off my T-shirt and then reach for the button on her shorts. She doesn’t try to stop me. In fact, her hand slides to my hair, fingers ruffling through it like she does at night before she falls asleep. I can hear Dad messily kissing her shoulder and neck as I pull her shorts down. Her panties come down next. Before I can touch her, Dad’s hand cups her pussy and then his finger slips inside of her.
“Oh,” she breathes.
I want to shove his hand away, but it’s fucking hot watching him fingerfuck her.
“Get on the bed and watch her come,” Dad growls between kisses on her neck.
I’m hard as stone, which makes taking my jeans and boxers off a little complicated. When I’m fully nude, I climb onto her bed and grip my dick.
“Take your shirt off, Love. I’m tired of looking at it. Bra too.”
She trembles with need but dutifully obeys him now, ridding herself of the last of her clothing. Dad dips down to suck on her tit, tongue laving over the nipple and making her groan. I fuck my hand harder and faster, enjoying this fucked-up show.