Sunset Savage – Ice King Read Online B.B. Hamel

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 72945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
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It never fills the hole she left the night of that wedding.

No, I can’t tell her that, because the best sex of my life officially never happened.

I can’t think about her looking up into my eyes as she sucked my cock and played with her own pussy. I imagine fucking her tight pussy again and again as she moans in my ear.

I can’t remember the way she came, and kissed me, and licked my fingers clean.

“We’re in this together, Webb. Don’t forget.”

“I won’t. Will you?”

I shake my head and release her.

She brushes past me and out to the car. I follow her, waiting for another shotgun blast, but there’s nothing.

Only an eerie, dead silence from the house, like the old man was never there to begin with.

A horror movie. Hell, maybe that’s fitting. The old director’s gone absolutely psycho, maybe he’ll be the perfect guy to take the genre to that next level.

I let Blair walk ahead of me and stare at her ass. Her hips sway and I feel my blood boil in my veins. I have to ball my hands into fists to keep myself under control.

Because otherwise, I’m going to tear her to shreds.

She has no clue why I fuck around the way that I do. The girls I sleep with are meaningless, and I didn’t know they bothered her until now. It kills me, knowing she’s goddamn jealous.

When all I want is to destroy her.

But that’s exactly why I can’t.

There’s something inside of me. Something dark and hot and hungry. The monster beneath my flesh is the reason I was so driven to ruin the Crawford family. The monster is the reason I’m so driven to start this company and break out on my own.

I’m a threat to everyone around me.

I didn’t realize Blair would become a target of my unquenchable thirst.

But now she’s the center. Everything focuses on her, and I can’t stop myself from wanting more and more and more.

There’s a line between lust and obsession, and I know which side I stand on.

“Get in the car, idiot,” Blair says, looking exasperated. “We have a lot of work to do.”

I force a smile on my lips. That’s what I do: grin and mask it.

Hide the hunger.

Hide the hate and the lust.

Don’t let her know exactly how badly I want to tear her to pieces and make her scream my name as I do it.

Chapter 4

Blair

“I’m freaking out, Marie, and I don’t know what to do.”

She frowns at me over the sound of hammering. Men walk past carrying wood and nod as they slip toward the kitchen. The air’s full of the smell of drywall, sawdust, and sweaty man, which normally wouldn’t be so bad but it’s like any suggestion of masculinity makes my legs cross right now.

Except for Baptist. Which is somehow even worse.

“Come on, let’s go upstairs and talk.” Marie leads me by the arm up the main staircase. The house is gorgeous and right in the heart of Old City, the nicest neighborhood in all of Philly. It’s historic and cost a small fortune, and now Marie’s overseeing its renovation while trying to keep as much of the old-world charm as possible.

The workers are everywhere downstairs, but upstairs is quiet. We stand in a lovely, large bedroom, entirely empty, and Marie drifts over toward the big bay windows. I follow and look out at the block, at the trees and the nice cars, and wonder how I’ll ever have something like this.

It’ll never happen. Not for me, not now.

There’s too much at stake.

“What’s going on?” she asks, crossing her arms. “I’ve never seen you looking so worried.”

“I’m freaked out, honestly.”

“Is it Baptist? Is he being—”

“No, he’s fine,” I say quickly, although it is Baptist, just not in the way she’s thinking. “The company’s fine. Cowan’s insane, very insane, but fine. I think. It’s personal, actually.”

She softens a touch. “Max? Your mom?”

I shake my head. I filled her in on the vague details during her wedding week—about my mom running off and Max coming to live with me—but haven’t updated her since. I try to keep that stuff close and don’t like to let people see the ugly truth, which is probably a trait I got from my messed-up father.

“It’s me.” I lay a hand on my stomach and bite my lip. “Don’t tell anyone. Please.”

She looks at my hand, frowns, looks at me, tilts her head, and her eyes finally widen. “No.”

“Yeah.”

“How? When? Who?”

“Well, when a man loves a woman—”

“Seriously, Blair. When? Who?”

“I found out yesterday. And I can’t tell you who.”

She shakes her head. “This is huge. You’re pregnant! You know who the father is, right?”

“Hey, asshole. I’m not just throwing myself around town, okay? Yes, I know.”

“Right, okay, I’m sorry. It’s just, wow. You’re pregnant.”

I lean against the wall and slowly slide down. I close my eyes and fight back the tears, but they’re hard to stop once they’re on my lids. Marie sits with me and wraps her arms around me and lets me cry for a minute before I finally wipe my face and grin.



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