Tyrant Twins Read Online Isabella Starling (Tyrant Dynasty #1)

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: Tyrant Dynasty Series by Isabella Starling
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Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 106754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
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Smirking at her, I realize I can't take any more of her babbling, so I slide my still rock-hard cock out of her pussy. Our juices leak out of her, running down the inside of her leg.

"Want me to lick it?" she asks, trying to sound seductive as she dips a finger in the liquid, then brings it up to her mouth. She sucks on her pointer finger in a way I'm sure she thinks is sexy, but only repulses me now that I'm done with her. I turn around without saying another thing, and she scoots over to me, kneading my shoulders and whispering what she'd like to do now in my ear.

"Would you let go?" I say roughly, pushing her off me none too gently. "Get it the fuck together, Marissa. Stop acting like such a brazen fucking whore. It's disgusting."

She does as she's told sheepishly, doubting herself just the way I taught her. As much as she annoys me, she's a good fuck—until she opens that goddamn mouth of hers.

I get my clothes on without bothering to take a shower. I know I reek of sex, but I have no intention of hiding the fact. In fact, it turns me on, knowing who I'm about to go see. I don't say goodbye to Marissa as I head out, but I do give her ass a smack. The satisfying sound makes me grin widely, and I slam the door shut behind me.

I head down the stairs to my studio. I've come a long way in the year that has passed, from a street artist to a homeowner, complete with my very own studio where I sell stuff, too. And I'm doing better than ever.

"Nox!" a pleasant voice greets me, and I turn around in time to see the door of the store opening and my benefactor walking in.

Thom Hodge dragged me up from the shithole I'd put myself in. He's the one I should thank every day for getting me where I am today—a successful, up-and-coming artist. And how do I thank him?

Marissa strolls down the stairs, out of breath and reeking of my cum.

"Hi, Daddy," she says, blushing furiously.

Hodge smiles widely, greeting her with a, “Hello pumpkin,” and a wide smile. The guy is fucking clueless—or at least he pretends to be. When I met his daughter, she was eighteen, and I had her in bed in a matter of hours. I've fucked her every day since then, multiple times per day even, yet he's none the wiser. Fucking idiot.

"We were just upstairs looking at some numbers," she gushes quickly, trying to get her tight little ass out of trouble. She accompanies her story with a sweet, nervous smile, and the boss man smiles back.

How ignorant can you fucking be?

"Nox," Hodge begins, beckoning me over.

I still haven't gotten used to the fake name I've made up for my new life. But I can't be Parker Miller anymore. Besides, nobody cares about that guy except for maybe the pretty little socialite who I put my mark on all that time ago. I still think of Dove sometimes. She was a good toy to rape. A good set of holes to abuse. And I knew she craved it. I hope she's embraced the darkness now. Embraced it as her home as I have.

Nox, my name, feels foreign, but like home at the same time. And at least this way, I remain anonymous. There's no chance of running into anyone I used to know, not here, not like this.

Despite my new life, Kade and June are still on my mind, every hour of every day. I see them in magazines and tabloids, the shots of June's perfect long legs with my brother next to her like a motherfucking dog. She's a socialite now, and he's taking care of the company. Their baby, Theo, is a cute little toddler, and he looks just like June.

He has my father’s middle name. That pisses me off even more.

I heard they got married, too. But I can’t wait to change that. I'll turn little sis into a widow soon enough.

I can't believe society just accepted the fact that they're together now. Fuck, he's her stepbrother, but no one seems to give half a shit. Still, it bodes well for me after I get rid of my twin. It means people won't judge June and me together, either. And that's a goddamn relief.

I try to get back to reality, even when I feel the red mist settling over my eyes. This time, I fight it back, though. I've gotten pretty good at doing that.

"What is it, Hodge?" I ask the boss man, my tone rough. You'd think I'd be nicer to the man who saved me from the streets, yet I despise him with all my heart. Maybe it's because he's such a weakling. Not even noticing I'm burying my cock in his kid's holes every night...



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