A Test of Love – Chasing Love Read Online Kenya Wright

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94686 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
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“Fine. We can discuss that more after you put your clothes on.”

“No. Come over here and fuck me.”

“No. Because for now, you’re my sister.”

“Haven’t I been a good sister?” She guided her hands down to her exposed pussy. With two fingers she spread those moist folds open. “Remember when you would suck right here? You would just lie in front of me for as long as it took, sucking in these slow, rhythmic tempos.”

“Shit. Shit.” I twisted away and almost stumbled. Sister. Pre-cum spilled from my dick. I grabbed it. I had no idea why, but I did. Goddamn. I shouldn’t have touched myself. That muscle was too swollen in need, hungry for that wet flesh that she so easily teased me with. Every inch of my skin vibrated and hummed with a thirst that could not be quenched by the average woman.

“No one has to know,” she whispered.

But I will.

And I’m’ not ashamed to say it, I ran, fast, and didn’t look back. My stiff length slapped against my thighs. Sand kicked up and grazed my calves. I didn’t have the blanket or my shoes. Barely catching my breath, I sped up. My legs burned. My mouth dried at the idea of leaving a naked Viv alone on the beach.

Fuck. First I have to save myself, before I can save her. I’ll tell security to go out there and make sure she’s okay, but now. . .now I gotta get away, before I. . .we do something that we both regret later.

This would be too much. I couldn’t stay away from Viv. Being on the beach with her had been a horrible idea. We all needed to get back to the states, back to our own private hells. If I had money and knew Jazz would be safe, I’d disappear like those rich girls. No one would find me.

Girls like that disappear. All those binders of stuff on them, and I learned nothing but that money can make lots of people forget. I already knew that.

Tension crept into my neck. I stopped running and considered what I’d really learned from the binders. Sure, there were tons of things, but nothing to help me figure out who could be after my sister.

That shit was all their past anyway. We all change, every year, every month, and every day. The real slick ones change minute by minute.

I needed to see how they moved around day to day. Jazz said Chase had cameras in rooms all over his estate, so he had to have footage of the time during those murders. Knowing him, he didn’t let the cops see it. Probably had his bitch-ass men analyzing it.

I bet if Benny had his hands on it, he could tell the killer in a few videos. But Chase would’ve never let Benny check it, so he’ll have to rely on me.

I pulled out my phone to text.

Me: U got footage of the days when those other three women died?

Time passed. It seemed like several minutes as I headed back to the house. Every now and then I checked over my shoulder. Viv walked way off in the distance. My shoulders relaxed. She might’ve been pissed, but at least she had clothes on and was returning to the house and safety.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I yanked it out and checked the screen.

Chase: Yes.

Motherfucker! That’s the shit you should’ve been showing me.

Me: I need to see it.

Chase: There’s a lot.

Me: My sister means a lot.

Chase: A computer will be delivered to your room later this afternoon. All of the footage with their dates and times will be on it.

Chapter 16

CHASE

“Who texted you?” Jasmine stretched out her arm.

“No one.”

She sucked her teeth. A thrill shot through me. Sometimes I believe I did things to annoy her just to experience this lioness roar.

And boy does she roar.

She rolled over and faced me, squinting those lovely eyes and turning up her nose. Her face deserved to be decorated in kisses, not awash in anger. That was how she always got me. I knew she was worthy of anything she asked for, so when she demanded, it was hard not to please.

“Didn’t we just talk about your telling me everything?” she asked.

“Yes. Shall I bend over and take my punishment?”

She raised one eyebrow. “Yes. Let me go get my strap-on. It’s in my bag.”

A frown replaced my grin. “I had someone pack your bags so I know a strap-on is not in your possession. However, I think we should make this clear right now. If you ever bring one near me, you’ll find yourself in a very awkward position.”

“Is that a threat?”

“No strap-on for Chase.”

She pouted. “Then I’ll have to find another lover who is man enough for me to use a strap-on.”

“You keep talking like that and I’ll kidnap and place you on an island until that urge to dominate my anus is out of your mind.”


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