Sinful Enemy (Beckham Dynasty #3) Read Online M. Robinson

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: Beckham Dynasty Series by M. Robinson
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Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
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Shouldn’t I just know? Wouldn’t it be instinctual to say yes? Wasn’t this what every girl wanted?

My heart beat rapidly, hammering in my head and making me feel dizzy. Light-headed.

“I don’t—”

His eyes widened, and worry immediately flashed through his gaze.

“I…” I licked my lips, my mouth suddenly dry. “I…” I stammered once again.

“I. Love. You,” he emphasized with a look of pure love and devotion, and I crumbled.

He was a good man.

He had always been there for me.

He loved me.

He would never hurt me.

I would be safe with him.

So I shut my eyes and said, “Yes.”

Except when I did...

Why did I see the asshole Ledger’s face?

Seventeen

Ledger

A month had flown by since Hazel moved in with me. Thankfully, Felicia cleared her during her follow-up appointment. She was fine on returning to her normal routine, but she still needed to avoid stress. Except Hazel proved to be the worst patient and stubborn as all hell.

My amazing family came together to help us out. Everyone was thrilled about having a new baby in the family. Anytime I couldn’t be with Hazel, they stepped up and kept her company so she wouldn’t be alone. She was getting close to them once again, and I loved that for her. My family meant everything to me, and it was important that she feel a part of it. Especially since she didn’t have her parents to share this special time with her.

Despite all of that, we settled into a pretty normal schedule. I made mine work in order to be there for her as much as I could. Our relationship was still touch-and-go; one day, we were fine, and the next, we were bickering about one thing or another, usually about her pregnancy and how she was determined to stay on top of her business.

Her involvement in her brand was admirable. She had a hardworking team and was adamant about remaining a big part of it. Everything had her approval. There wasn’t one aspect of her business that she didn’t know about. The way she balanced it all was incredible to watch.

She was a household name worldwide and committed to staying at the top. Hazel was a workaholic, the same way I was. Our work ethic was a lot alike, and it was nice to have that in common.

After I finished in the stables, I walked back to my house and straight up to my bedroom, wanting to get cleaned up. Walking past my balcony as I unbuttoned my jeans, I noticed she was by the pool. She wore a bikini that looked too small for her breasts and ass.

Her tits basically spilled out of the top while she was on all fours on a pink yoga mat. She did it every night around this time. It was my favorite part of the day, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t return home just to watch her exercise. This was the first time she was doing it like this, though. It was usually in her tiny spandex shorts and sports bras that I’d love to see on my bedroom floor.

I couldn’t help but smile, taking in her little bump. She was starting to show, and it was fucking adorable. She’d be all belly, and I couldn’t wait to see her grow.

However, it wasn’t until she leaned down with her ass directly in the air toward my face that I realized I had no choice with what happened next. My cock jolted and sprang up high, aching. My mouth went dry and parted slightly.

Her skin was flushed.

Her body and hair wet from the pool.

Her nipples poking through her triangle top, just waiting to be freed.

It didn’t help that her stark-white bikini left nothing to the imagination. It was all string, and with her bent over, her bottoms turned into a thong. I could see her pussy perfectly.

I immediately envisioned gripping her hips and guiding her down on my cock. Her tan skin, her slender thighs, her round, plump ass… made me lose my control. I handed it right the fuck over to her.

Narrowing my eyes, I continued my visual assault, wanting to kiss my way toward her perfect cunt. My cock twitched at the thought of her riding my face.

“Fuck me,” I stressed out in pain.

I’d memorized every curve of her body and every inch of her skin. Every part of her was now engrained in my memory. When she moaned in satisfaction of stretching her back, my hand slid down my jeans.

I stood on the back of the balcony in the shadow part where she couldn’t see me. Before I knew what I was doing, I gripped my rock-hard cock, needing some fucking relief.

Within seconds, I stroked my shaft.

Watching the way her hips swayed.

The way her luscious tits stood at attention.

The way her sweet ass bounced up and down, imagining it was my cock she was riding. There I was, fucking my fist as if I was a teenage boy. Feening for her pussy.


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