Lords of Wrath by Angel Lawson EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Angel Lawson
- Language: English
- Genre: Gothic Romances
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KILLER
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The house is quiet when I get home from practice, walking in the door
to complete silence. There’s no music coming from Rath’s hovel upstairs,
probably because he’s still sulking. Not a sound from Tristian, either, who’s
likely shut in his room plotting some kind of twisted, fucked up revenge on
our enemies.
No skin off my back.
I don’t need to look to know Ms. Crane has already settled in for the
night, but I’m starving badly enough to fend for myself. Practice kicked my
ass from one end of the field to the other. With Homecoming two weeks
away, Coach is worried we’ll get distracted from his goal of a perfect
season, and with the way I was playing today, he’s right to be.
I need to unfuck myself, and fast.
I drop my stuff in the hallway just outside the kitchen. Dinner, I
discover, is in the refrigerator, covered in plastic. She’s a pain in the ass, but
that cranky old bitch isn’t a fool. She knows exactly how to work us and
exactly what we need. I know when I go upstairs, I’m going to find my
mattress stripped of the blood-stained sheets, like nothing ever happened. I
doubt she even flinched at the sight, loyally cleaning up the crime.
Knowing her, she probably whistled as she was doing it.
I place the plate on the counter and hear a small shift behind me.
Glancing back, I see her. Story. My stepsister. The reason I was so drag-ass
on the field today, getting drilled repeatedly. She’s standing in the doorway,
arms loose at her sides, eyes shuttered. I know it’s probably all in my head,
but as I look her over, I get this thought. She looks different now that she’s
not a virgin. I still remember the sight of her beneath me, those plush lips
falling open in equal parts shock and pain as I forced myself into her tight,
virgin cunt.
Christ.
No wonder I couldn’t focus today.
If I wasn’t thinking about how it felt to fuck her last night, then I was
thinking about waking up to an empty bed, her dried blood still on my dick.
She was gone, but the evidence all remained. A dirty reminder of what I
took. What she owed me. How poetic.
“I can make that for you,” she says, stepping into the kitchen. I move
aside, but monitor her, not so hungover on her pussy to think it changed
anything between us. If anything, she probably hates me more. I wouldn’t
put it past her to poison me.
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