Page 90 of The Tangle of Awful

“I don’t know,” I finally rasp out. “Harold says Tasha is awake.”

He blinks at me, features impassive. “Cool.”

Cool?

I know he hates her but for real. Cool?!

“Don’t be an asshole,” I snap, shoving his shoulder. “She almost died.”

“What’s your problem?” He scowls at me, no longer in a teasing mood. “Did you fuck my freak uncle while I was gone? Did Dad participate?”

I gape at him in disgust. “How can you turn on me so quickly?”

He scrubs a palm over his face and shrugs. “Sorry. I’ve had a shit morning. Was looking forward to getting back here with you, but the second I get back you start bitching me out.”

“Because you’re being a prick!” I poke a finger at his bicep. “You cut her brakes, didn’t you?”

Spencer blinks at me, a brow arched. “What?”

“That’s why you don’t care! You cut her brakes and tried to kill her!”

Striking like a snake, he grabs my jaw and tackles me to the bed. Before I can scream out for Hugo, he slaps a hand over my mouth and rests his heavy body on mine, trapping me on his bed. My heart thunders wildly in my chest and terror creeps its way through my every cell.

Am I going to be next on his psycho hit list?

Spencer

Wild eyes stare up at me—a violent storm of hatred and love and betrayal and lust. She doesn’t really believe I sabotaged Tasha’s car and tried to kill her, but she’s looking for someone to blame. I’m the easy way out. The one she’s blamed for all her heartache for the past two years.

“You’re in love with a killer,” I taunt, voice a low growl. “I bet you’re wet imagining I’ll take you by force before I kill you too.”

She narrows her gaze, fury burning hot in her eyes. Aubrey is beautiful when she’s angry. I love the way her cheeks turn pink, her nostrils flare, and her mouth lashes out. Only now, she can’t say a peep.

Testing my theory, I slide a hand down her front, roughly handling each of her breasts through my dad’s thin shirt before making it down to her naked pussy. She weakly attempts to struggle, which tells me all I need to know.

She wants this.

She wants me.

Killer or not.

Even if I were the one responsible for causing Tasha’s accident, she’d want to fuck me anyway. My girl is depraved just like me. What other type of person carries on a sexual relationship with both her stepbrother and much, much older stepfather at the same time?

“Admit it,” I rumble, bringing my nose close to hers. “You thrive on the thrill of doing bad things. Of being with bad people.” I brush my fingertip over her pussy, delighting in the shiver that racks through her. “You get off on it.”

I can tell she wants to speak—probably to argue—but I don’t let her. My finger slides along her slit, teasing at her clit. A muffled mewl crawls out of her throat and her eyes flutter.

“Oh, leech, you’re so fucking needy for all the bad shit I have to offer.” I slip a finger farther down and rub at her opening. Slick and hot. “You’re so wet, you’re leaking. Or is that my daddy’s cum?”

She moans as I push a finger inside her. Slowly, in a tortuous manner, I fingerfuck her, letting her hear the juicy sounds her body makes. There’s no faking me out. Her body needs this—she craves this. Deep down, she knows I love her and she fucking loves me. She’s just looking for someone to blame. An easy way out.

There’s nothing easy about us.

And I’m certainly never giving her an out.

I take my time, bringing her closer and closer to ecstasy, only to pull back before tipping her over the edge. Her hands have long since found my shoulders, holding on to me rather than pushing me away. Each time she’s about to come, her breathing hitches and her lashes flutter.

Finally, I take her to heaven despite being the devil, one expert stroke at a time. Her whole body tenses and then quivers wildly as she comes. Before she can fully relax, I finally move my hand from her mouth and bring my other one to her lips.

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