Fatal Beauty by Nazarea Andrews Read Free Book Online

Charlie is kissing him
and she can’t see his jealousy or feel her own.
    Just his lips, so incomprehensibly soft against hers. How can a man as cold and hard as Jacobs is, be this soft? She
swallows her startled gasp, and he drags a hand through her hair, into her
messy ponytail, and pulls her closer, his tongue licking into her mouth. He’s
everywhere, his hands on her hips a delicious pressure. He catches her lip with
his bottom teeth and sucks it softly, his hand sliding up her thigh. She
catches it with her own, and pulls back.
    “No.” Charlie whispers
    A laugh spills from him. “No?” Jacobs echoes, amused.
    The boat is slowing and EJ is pulling away from Josh. A pang of
guilt runs through her, and she shifts. Stands.
    “No,” she repeats.

 
    *

 
    They move across the lawn silently. EJ is aware of the tension
vibrating through Charlie, making her bloody hands shake just a little. Jacobs
and Josh are still by the boat.
    For a heartbeat, she wants to ask about that kiss, but she
doesn’t. “Shower?”
    “God, yes,” Charlie says fervently, and she swallows a giggle. How
different is today compared to the night she found Charlie standing over Tre’s
bloody body. Then, she had been a terrified mess. As they climb the stairs to
Charlie’s room, EJ realizes just how much has changed—Charlie isn’t terrified
right now. Her cheeks are flush and she’s a mess, but she’s got a gleam in her
eyes that EJ recognizes, and she’s almost smiling.
    “You like this,” she says softly.
    Charlie looks at her, eyes wide. “Like what?”
    “All of this,” EJ shoots back. “Being here. Jacobs, for fucks
sake.”
    Charlie laughs, and stalks into her bathroom, unzipping her dress
and stepping out of it. EJ stops in the doorway. “What am I supposed to
dislike, EJ? I hate the fact that we’re in this situation. But being seen? As
more than a fucking socialite? Yeah. I love that.”
    She unsnaps her bra and steps out of her panties and EJ looks
away. The sound of running water almost obscures Charlie’s voice when she asks,
“Can you honestly tell me that you don’t?”
    EJ mutters something under her breath and stalks away, and Charlie
sighs. She’s pissed, and Charlie isn’t sure if it’s because of the kiss or
because Charlie isn’t falling apart.
    She’s just stepped into the shower when Jacobs appears in the
doorway, and her heart jerks, shoving up into her throat so that for a moment,
just a single moment, she can’t breathe.
    She’s naked, and Tre’s blood is still running off of her, and she
knows that saying no this time won’t work.
    A part of her, the part she keeps buried deep and dark, doesn’t want
it to work. She stays very still as he steps into the room, and locks the door
behind him.
    Strips with slow, methodical efficiency. He’s all long lean lines,
and she can’t quite help the shudder that works over her when he’s naked.
    Naked, and hard, and holy fuck, she wants him.
    “Still saying no, Charlotte?” he murmurs when he’s standing in the
shower, the spray of the water misting over him. She shakes her head, a tiny
motion.
    It’s like a dam breaking, and he reaches for her, pulling her to
him by the hair, his lips savage and intoxicating as he devours her. She grips
his hips and leans into him, his cock pressing against her, and wet heat floods
her pussy. His hands come up and she moans as he cups her breasts, his thumb
plucking at her nipple.
    Without thinking, she reaches for him, and he grunts when she
closes her hands around him, stroking his cock.
    “Fuck, Charlie,” he hisses, his head falling and she smiles.
Because this—this is where she’s always excelled. She sinks to her knees and
takes him in her mouth, and Jacobs groans, a deep
noise that makes her pussy clench as she bobs on him, sucking him off. She
slips a hand between her legs and whimpers around his dick as she fingers
herself and Jacobs thrusts into her mouth.
    When her orgasm hits, it hits like a