Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Something cracks inside me. My dick stiffens as my balls threaten to heave. What the fuck is this? I’ve never had this reaction before. Not to any of the girls in any of the clubs or for that matter, motherfucking anywhere.
She’s wearing this little white ruffly sort of blouse and dark jeans and black boots. Simple. Stunning. Fucking take-my-breath-away hot as fuck. The hottest fucking thing that’s ever graced that stage, or ever fucking will.
A wild, dangerous desperation pounds in my temples as I clench my teeth. I already know I’d kill for her. Not because she’s my new stepsister, but because, in some primal corner of my DNA, she’s mine. I want her. In a crazy, lose my fucking mind sort of way.
I’m a control freak when it comes to my life. I’m an asshole and a dickhead to most that know me. But, this girl, fuck-a-duck, I’d carry her bubble butt around on pink pillows for the rest of my fucking life if I could.
This is bad. She’s my new stepsister and it’s going to take all my willpower not to pound into her over the fruitcake at Christmas from now on. Because, I’ll be having her for Christmas. In every position possible.
James and Tiny are jabbering about leasing versus buying or some shit but I’m in another world.
“What’s her fucking name?” I mutter, not sure if I’m talking to myself or asking them.
“Huh? Oh, Lois I think,” James says.
I cinch my brow, then Tiny adds, “Not Lois, dipshit, Lula. How do I know this shit and you two don’t?”
Because we don’t talk to our father. Life is more pleasant that way.
Tiny raises a brow and adds. “She’s cute too.”
“Shut the fuck up.” I shove a finger into Tiny’s chest, pushing him back not even an inch but it’s the only time I’ve touched him. I don’t do touching. No hugs, no handshakes. Not even James. Everyone fucking knows.
Don’t. Touch. Scotch.
I can’t fucking stop staring at her. I don’t remember the last time I felt this sort of lust. I mean, yes, I have lust. I’ve had lust, I should say. It’s been a while. It’s the only bit of touching I’ve done with anyone and it’s been a year, maybe more. And even then, it was a non-event and rare. Fast and dirty. No kissing, no fucking talking. It was some sort of ballast relief but over time, that’s lost its appeal as well.
It’s no secret I could probably have my pick of ninety-percent of the girls that work in the clubs but there’s no pull for me there.
But, this. Jesus, this copper-haired beauty with the spooky blue eyes is flooring me from across the room. She holds the mic in front of her lips. There’s an innocence and discomfort in her expression that makes me want to leap up there and sweep her away.
She’s too good for this shithole, too pure, too perfect. And every fucking man in this room is looking at her.
My fingers curl into fists, that ball of anger I carry in my chest starting to pound as I try to understand what the fuck is happening to me.
“Hi. I’m Lula.” She mumbles into the mic as Leroy, tonight’s DJ, leans in for her to whisper in his ear and I want to fucking tear it off. Imagining her sweet breath colliding with any other man’s flesh is almost more than I can take. “This is called Shallow.”
Lula. Her name is a Mike Tyson punch to the side of my head.
There’s a smattering of applause with one excited bride in a skintight white leopard skin unitard fist pumping the air.
My new stepmother.
I’m already moving forward as the first notes of the song stream through the overhead speakers.
She’s a good girl. I sense it. Sweet. Probably untouched from the blush on her cheeks and the way she’s holding her legs together. The filthy thoughts that tumble through my head are beyond any porn I’ve ever seen. I want to make love to her slow and easy then spit on her asshole and tell her to beg me to butt fuck her while she’s wearing my belt around her throat.
I can’t stop looking at her lips as she starts to sing.
So fucking sexy. Her plump pink lips match her plump tits and her crazy lush hips. One pout from her and I’d give her the world.
I’d settle between those thick thighs until she was a sopping wet mess with burn marks on her skin from my stubble.
She’s your stepsister, douche. Stop.
Doesn’t matter. She’s a fucking wrecking ball destroying every atom of anger and resentment I’ve held on to like my life preserver forever.
At least, for her. I still hate everyone else. Everything else. But, Lula…
Fuck, even her fucking name wrecks me.
I’m already fucking gone when the first words of the song drip from her glossy lips and every wall I’ve built around myself crumbles.