Tempting Bad Read Online M. Robinson

Categories Genre: Angst, BDSM, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
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My sisters and mother were the same way. I pretended like I didn’t know, or understand what they were talking about; even though I knew my emotions were displayed on my sleeves for everyone to see. Which is exactly why I avoided mirrors, or more than a few minutes to let my mind wander.

I had Ethan on the floor playing with his cars, while I packed his overnight bag. My mom had been begging me to keep him over night for the last few weeks.

I crouched down to his level. “You ready, buddy, Grammy is excited to see you.”

“Vroom, vroom, vroom,” he related, sliding his toy car all over the floor.

“That’s right, buddy, vroom,” I repeated.

He looked up at me and shook his head. “No!” he shouted. “Vroom, vroom,” he accented. “Brooke vroom, Brooke vroom!”

My eyes widened.

He sat up and started rolling the car everywhere, saying Brooke vroom over and over again.

“I love Brooke vroom, I love Brooke vroom,” he yelled, laughing.

I placed my hand over my mouth in shock. I didn’t even think that Ethan would recognize that she wasn’t around anymore. She had bought him a couple car sets and it quickly became their thing. I picked him up and placed him on my hip.

“You love Brooke vroom, buddy?”

He happily nodded.

“I love Brooke vroom, too. Let me see if I can do something about that.” I kissed his head and drove him to my mom’s.

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I was fucked up.

Drunk, high, I couldn’t even tell anymore. I enjoyed the music that carried all around me, in a calming and tranquil lull.

“You’re such a gorgeous fucking girl,” Marc whispered into the side of my face, leaning me on to the balcony that overlooked downtown Miami.

I giggled and laid my head back, enjoying the sensations of his lips all over my neck. The breeze made it feel as if I were free, flying, and I carelessly flew in it. Enjoying the rapture of the wind, taking me up and down.

“You love when I touch you, don’t you, baby,” he murmured, trailing his tongue along my cleavage and collarbone.

“Hmmm…” I moaned, drowning in an ocean of waves, not caring if I came up for air or needed to breathe. I let it overtake me. I wanted to hide in the blissful euphoria of nothing. My heart thumping so recklessly with abandon, that it stirred me in ways that I never imagined possible. It was as if someone was running down the halls, and it echoed off the walls.

“Your skin is so soft, and your smell is addicting. I love the way you feel when you’re riding my cock, begging for more.”

I sucked in my lip and rolled my head forward to look deep into his eyes.

They weren’t chocolate brown.

And for a moment it made me sad. They were green and dilated, mirroring mine I was sure. I got close to his lips and laid lazy kisses on the corner, not being able to meet his gaze any longer.

“I want to see you dance for me, and then I want you to fuck me in the room full of people. I want you to be the center of attention. I want all greedy eyes on you, beauty… every last one of them. I want their cocks hard, and your pussy dripping wet,” he spoke with his whiskey breath that made me think of someone else.

I shook my head, removing the thoughts before they had a chance to make their way into my pores. I didn’t want Devon breathing life in me. I didn’t deserve it. Not now.

Maybe not ever.

“I’ll do whatever you want,” I replied in a low sultry tone.

He grinned into my mouth. “As I knew you would. That’s what makes you so fucking perfect. No one is like you, beauty, not even close. I want those men to wish they were me…”

I licked his top lip with the tip of my tongue, brushing it across the smooth surface. “Lead the way.”

He grabbed my hand, and I followed him into the living room that was dim, candles were lit everywhere. The translucent lighting made it appear as if I were floating in a cloud of nothing, but lust and desire. People were scattered around the couch, some were already fucking, while others just waited.

For me.

Marc sat himself in the center of the white leather couch, placing his hands on the back of the settee, and spreading his legs. Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven breathed through the speakers. I felt it in my veins, pumping my blood in a weightless pulse and pattern.

A blindfold was tightly placed over my eyes, and I enjoyed the lure of seduction that waited. My mind and body scrambled and knotted the music in separate distinctive pieces, converging it into a stream of strokes that were so altered, but vivid, colorful, and bright together. I could see and feel the abstraction and familiarity all around me.


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