Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 130159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 651(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 651(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Pike ambled into the room, the sounds of the toilet running faint in the background, and frowned. “What the… Jasmine is your sister?” Pike leaned against the wall near the kitchen and howled with laughter. “Oh, my god, this is epic.”
It was epic, all right—an epic disaster. Ugly was written all over it.
“Why does everyone keep calling her Jasmine, for fuck’s sake?” Dean tossed up his hands.
“That’s how she introduced herself,” Pike shot back, then he turned to her. “That’s not your name?”
“That’s the name I prefer.” Jasmine sent her brother a withering glare. “I’ve told you that.”
Dean winced. “You’ve always been Miri to me.”
“I’m not a kid anymore,” she snapped, then struggled against River’s hold again. “I told you to let me go.”
He held firm. “You’re really Dean’s sister?”
“Yes,” Dean growled. “Now get your hands off her, cocksucker, before I kill you.”
River didn’t flinch—or obey. He simply seared Jasmine with a dissecting stare. “Are you?”
“Yes,” she hissed, jerking free from his grasp and wriggling from beneath his body.
Heavenly lunged toward her, clearly wanting to comfort her friend. He and Seth held her back.
“Stay here, angel.” She didn’t belong in the middle of the drama, not when the air sizzled with fury and retribution.
“How? Why?” River mumbled, his stunned stare still bouncing between the siblings. A split second later, his confusion morphed into anger. “And what is your real goddamn name?”
“It’s Miracle,” Dean spat. “Jasmine is her middle name—something I’ve never called her in my life!”
“All my friends call me Jasmine,” she cut in.
They both ignored her.
“How the hell was I supposed to know that?” River asked.
“Now that you do, back the fuck off! You don’t touch her, talk to her, or look at her again. In fact, you don’t even think about her.”
“Like hell!” River challenged. “You know how long I spent trying to find her.”
“Oh, I do. I also know exactly what you planned to do to her once you did.” Dean poked a finger into River’s chest. “And that is never going to happen.”
Jasmine scowled. “Do to me?”
Beck hoped like fuck River had the presence of mind not to answer that question. He didn’t think the redhead would take it well.
“Yeah. He intended to fuck you again—while he shared you with me,” Dean growled.
Jasmine gaped. “Shared me…sexually?”
River sent her a sheepish stare. “That was before I knew he was your brother and—”
“But if he wasn’t my brother, you were going to pass me back and forth with your buddy like a plate of hors d’oeuvres? Were you even going to ask me first?”
“Don’t worry, Miri. He’ll never touch you again. Ever.” Dean narrowed his eyes on River. “I know how perverted you are. I know first-hand all the twisted shit you love doing to women. Did you fuck my sister as dirty and nasty as you do all the others?”
“Dean!” Jasmine screeched, grabbing her brother by the arm.
He shook her off. “Don’t, Miri. I’m hanging by a thread here, and I need to say some things to this steaming sack of shit.”
“I don’t give a fuck what you say,” River warned, narrowing his eyes.
“You should because I’m going to fucking kill you. You did way more than touch my sister. Shit, you popped her cherry. You stole my little sister’s virginity. Motherfucker…”
“I didn’t know she was your sister,” River barked.
“And all those hours you rambled on about how hot, wet, and tight her pussy was, about all the kinky shit you did to her and how much she liked it… All that time you were talking about my little sister!”
“I didn’t know,” River bit out between clenched teeth.
“You told him?” Jasmine whirled on River, clearly livid.
“I didn’t know he was your brother.”
Her eyes bulged. “That makes it okay?”
“Well, I just… No, but—”
“Oh, River spent days and nights waxing poetic about your tits,” Dean cut in with a sarcastic smile. “He especially couldn’t stop talking about your nipples and all the hours he feasted on them.”
Jasmine tensed her delicate jaw, fists clenched, as she faced River. “You’re a pig.”
“Yep. And you should know how impressed he was that a virgin could be so uninhibited and love all the kinky shit he did to you. I heard about it. In detail.” He glowered at River, veins throbbing in his neck. “I know your MO, you sick piece of shit. You made her beg so you could get off. You made my little sister fucking beg you.”
Suddenly, River’s smile turned ugly. “You know I did. And she begged so, so sweetly.”
Beck sighed and shook his head.
“You really are a pig.” Raine punched her brother in the arm. “And a bastard.”
“Try asshole,” Jasmine grated out.
“That, too.” Raine crossed her arms over her chest. “You might apologize.”
River sucked in a furious breath, obviously trying to grab control of his temper. “I’m sorry.”
Tears filled Jasmine’s eyes. The poor girl was keeping herself together by sheer will. “No, you’re not. You’d have to have feelings to actually be sorry. What you are is full of shit.”