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)
“Dirty mouth.”
She’s about to give in when I hear Dad’s voice somewhere in the house, calling for her. As though she’s been splashed with cold water, she freezes and her eyes grow wide. Panic has her swollen, just-kissed lips parting and her face blushing crimson.
“Spencer—”
I cover her mouth with my palm, effectively ending whatever she was going to say. We have a bit of a struggle as she attempts to escape my hold, but I easily overpower her, managing to grip both wrists in one of my hands and pinning them to the bed. Once more, I cover her mouth with my palm.
Dad’s voice grows nearer, and I can hear footsteps beyond her open bedroom door. Since I’ve lived here all my life and know just how long it takes Dad to get to my room, I take advantage of the few precious seconds, grinding into her harder and faster.
She comes with a muffled moan, her entire body trembling. I don’t give her time to finish riding the aftershocks before I’m off her and retreating to the dark bathroom. I’ve barely stepped out of sight when Dad enters the room.
“Love?”
Her face is bright red as she sits up and looks anywhere but at him. “What’s up?”
“Are you okay?”
“Fine, uh, just fine. Was taking a break from putting away clothes.” Her eyes dart toward the bathroom where I’m standing. “Did you need something?”
“Since it’s our last bit of freedom before a long work week, I thought I’d see if you wanted to watch a movie or something.”
She nods rapidly, guilt twisting her smile into one that’s so obviously forced. “I’d love that. Give me, uh, just a few minutes to finish putting these clothes away so they don’t wrinkle.”
“I’ll help,” Dad offers, starting toward the closet. “I’ll grab some hangers.”
Her panicked eyes meet mine. I emerge from the dark bathroom and lazily stroll toward the open bedroom door, gaze searing into hers.
Blown pupils.
Messy hair.
Clothes askew.
Pink-tinged mouth from our making out.
It’s so fucking obvious she’s been wrecked by me. Dad, though, is oblivious. Just like he’s oblivious to her true intentions.
I wink at her and slip back into my room, undetected as the perpetrator of our little forbidden romp.
Clearly, this is the way to cut open Aubrey and dig out all her nefarious objectives. I’ll pull them out one by one, arranging them in neat little rows, and inspect why the fuck she wants to pick apart this family.
If I have to fuck her in the process, so be it.
Perk of the job.
We may be at war, but I’m a hedonist at heart. I’ll take great pleasure in her body and emotional state until I’ve exposed her and no longer have use for her.
It won’t take long.
And then little Aubrey Love can fuck off back to LA where the men there are ignorant to her slutty serpent ways.
Hugo
Aubrey is anything but fine.
When she lies, her eyes always shift away and her body tenses. Since she’s open when it comes to worries over her mother, I’d bet her strange reaction is because of Spencer.
What did he do now?
There’d been a slight glimmer of terror shining in her eyes. Either he said something to her or he did something to her. I’ll get it out of her eventually, and when I do, I’m going to have a come to Jesus meeting with my son.
I grab a handful of hangers and emerge from the closet. Aubrey is staring out the open door, a frown on her pretty face. My suspicions are confirmed. It’s absolutely Spencer who’s wound her up into this state.
“What did he do to you?” I ask, dropping the hangers onto the bed beside her with a clatter.
She jolts, jerking her head my way, eyes wide. “W-What do you mean?”
“I’m not blind, Love. You get this way when he’s done something to you.” I cock my head to the side. “Did he touch you?”
Her face burns bright red and she absently strokes her hair down one side of her neck as though to hide something.
“If he hurt you,” I growl, “I’ll—”
“He didn’t,” she rushes out breathily, rising to her feet. “He just annoys me sometimes.”
She’s being purposefully evasive, but I let it slide for now. Gently, I tug her into my arms, embracing her as if I can make everything better with a hug. A relieved sigh escapes her and she melts in my arms, nuzzling her cheek against my chest.
Fuck, it feels so damn right having her like this.
I can almost imagine Neena isn’t my wife and isn’t missing. That Aubrey is just some young, beautiful girl interested in a man in his forties. If she were truly mine, I’d take great pleasure in spoiling her. Shopping and spending time with her today was a testament to that. It stroked my ego knowing I could provide things for her and make her smile. I want to lavish her with praise and adoration, gifts, and my cock.