Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 124451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
“Yeah, yeah,” Damien says, cutting off our conversation. “Where’s Ilaria?”
I roll my eyes and point across the party to where the girls are already shit-faced—all the girls except for Bri.
I start searching for her, scanning through all the bodies when a text comes through on my phone. I pull it out and glance down at the screen.
Killer - Hey
Suspicion rears its ugly head as I respond.
Tanner - Hey to you too.
Killer - I’ve got a surprise for you.
Tanner - Oh yeah?
A photo comes through a moment later and I groan, taking in the fishnet stockings pulled up her gorgeous thigh, leading up to a black lace thong with a black garter belt connecting the two. My dick fucking jolts to life like someone hit it with defibrillator paddles.
Another text comes through.
Killer - It’s all yours … if you can find me.
Not even a cheetah could catch me now.
I run inside, trying to look closer at the background of the photo to figure out where the fuck my dessert lies. This house is fucking huge. The twins’ parents didn’t spare a single expense when building this mansion and it shows. I’ve always loved it, except for right fucking now. They have thirteen spare bedrooms! This isn’t going to be easy, but that’s assuming she’s actually in a bedroom and not one of the private offices, living spaces, or theater rooms.
Screw my uncle and his fucking money. I need to taste that fucking pussy right now.
Skipping up the stairs two at a time, I can’t help but wonder what I look like to the people down below, barging through the crowd, desperate to get upstairs. Hell, it’s probably nothing good. I’m sure they think I’m about to shit myself and need to get to a private bathroom before I redecorate the Italian marble tiles.
Getting up to the second floor, I start throwing doors open, not bothering with an apology as I disturb not one, but three different couples fucking in the twins’ parents room. Hell, I don’t even wait a moment to try and figure out if this was some twisted version of an orgy and they don’t quite understand the whole togetherness part of it.
Continuing on, I burst through three more doors before coming to the furthest spare bedroom on the second floor. I twist the handle and swing it wide to find Bri standing in the darkened room, just enough light spilling in from the hallway to see the perfect silhouette of her body in her lingerie.
I groan low, never having seen these before, but with the fishnet stockings and garter belt, I almost fall to my fucking knees in the doorway.
Bri stands by the window, looking out at the party below, her back to me and showing off that delectable ass in her thong. My mouth goes dry. “Killer,” I groan, stepping through the door, not wanting to close it behind me in fear of blocking out the light and not being able to see her.
Bri glances over her shoulder, her eyes locking onto mine, and for only a moment, I think this is going to be one of the best nights of my life. But those delicious pouty lips quickly pull into a wicked smirk, and before she’s even made a sound, I realize this isn’t anything at all like what I thought it was going to be.
“What the he—”
“SURPRISE, FUCKER!” she calls, whipping around so fast, I nearly miss the gigantic strap-on dildo protruding from her hips. She braces her hands against her waist, posing like fucking Superman, her cock so fucking big, I almost feel like less of a man … almost.
I gape at her, having no fucking idea what to say.
“I’ve been thinking,” she says, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “It’s not fair for me to have all the fun, right? You got to claim my ass, so I think it’s only right I get to claim yours.”
My heart races, not wanting to ever break her heart or tell her no, but fuck, there’s always a first for everything. “Ummmm,” I say, the real words I need to say getting caught in my throat when I see a sparkle at the tip of the dildo. “Is that thing pierced?”
“Yep,” she says proudly. “You like it? I thought it added a little something special. After all, it’s a party. Everyone and everything should look their best for a night out. Addie helped me with it.”
“She what?” I demand, my eyes bugging out of my head. “Holy shit, you’ve corrupted my sister.”
“Oh, please,” Bri laughs, wiggling her hips just to see the strap on dance. “Actually, speaking of piercings, where do you draw the line for that? Because dammmmmn. I played with this thing this afternoon and I’m not above sneaking into your room in the middle of the night to pierce yours. Though I’m kinda hoping you’ll get it done by a professional, cause like, I wouldn’t trust my ability to get it straight.”