My Coach, My Stalker Read Online Jessa Kane

Categories Genre: Erotic, Forbidden, Kink, Romance, Sports, Taboo Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
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I’m also excited. After all, I have the title of gold medalist to defend. But I’m also just excited to live this life. Live every single second of it.

We didn’t even bother trying to fix up Everett’s home back in Austin. He’d destroyed it with the intensity of his obsession. Instead, we moved into a ranch outside of the city where we could have complete privacy. I thought Everett would be able to calm down a little once we were married. That he would be able to stop obsessing about me, since I was his wife. Since I lived with him. But one night, I went down to the basement of our home and found it plastered in photos of me, my possessions tacked up and worn out from his hands. Holes bashed into the wall where his forehead hit out of madness. Out of a sheer abundance of love that is too much for him to handle calmly sometimes.

And he’s not calm now, either. Not by a stretch.

There is a sheen of sweat on his forehead, his jaw is bunched tight.

We are supposed to meet my parents for dinner tonight, but I’m starting to think that’s not going to happen. I should have known he’d be extra possessive after I spent the last twenty minutes on camera, everyone looking at me.

“Where are we going?” I ask.

Instead of answering me, he pulls me into a stairwell. My sex begins to heat, thinking he’s going to make love to me here in the darkness, but he keeps guiding me forward until we reach an elevator. We take it up to the very top floor. Just when I’m preparing to question him again, we step outside onto the highest point of the arena and I gasp, finding us surrounded by string lights and candles and soft violin music. The Eiffel Tower winks in the distance, sparkling and beautiful against the dark night sky.

I’m turning in a circle with tears in my eyes, trying to take it all in when I see Everett go down on one knee, popping open a ring box. My heart leaps up into my throat. All I can do is stare, moisture coursing down my cheeks. What is he doing?

His face is serious when he says, “Four years ago, you gave yourself to a madman, Margot. And I’m still mad. Even more so.” He plucks the ring out of the box and pushes the diamond onto my finger where it clanks against my wedding band. “Please. I’m going to need reminders of this commitment. Reminders that you’re actually mine to keep. We’ll start with every four years, but it could be every year soon if you continue to make my heart feel so goddamn heavy in my chest.” He wheezes the second half of that sentence, one hand clutching at the center of his sternum. “You’re burning me alive every second of the day. Like I’m constantly dying and there’s no cure.”

Everett lunges for me then, making me stumble backward into the darkness.

“I’m sorry,” I say, pushing out my bottom lip. “I don’t mean to make you hurt so bad.”

Innocent. Contrite.

On the inside, however, my heart is thundering wildly, my blood dancing with excitement. The dark, twisted kind that has become our signature. For Everett’s part, he’s already stripping me out of the track suit, baring my mostly naked body to the night sky. When he sees what I’m wearing, he groans brokenly, delving a hand into his dress pants to masturbate himself with quick jerks of his wrist. “I can’t think straight. I can’t think of anything but you,” he grits out. “My head can’t hold the amount of thoughts I have about you every second, every hour. Not without my skull aching. Shattering.”

“Shhh,” I whisper, going up on my toes to softly kiss Everett’s mouth, my hand replacing his inside his pants. Wrapping around his huge shaft to tug him firmly, thoroughly, base to tip. “You know how to quiet all the sound, Daddy. You know how to get rid of the pressure. You have to give some of it to me.” I bite my lip and blink up at him. “I love getting it.”

“I love you,” he growls. “Love you so much I can’t fucking breathe.”

“I love you, too,” I whisper. “I love you so bad.”

I have no time to prepare before I’m spun around to face the edge of the roof and the Eiffel Tower beyond. I hold onto the concrete perimeter wall, my intimate muscles constricting with anticipation, while Everett rips my lacy panties down to my ankles.

As soon as I’m fully naked, except for my knee-high stockings, Everett’s fingers tangle in my hair, yanking it back and making me gasp. His breath is hot against my neck. “Daddy’s little girl is going to give me her ass tonight.”



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