For Love or Money by Tara Brown Read Free Book Online

eyes but the poor guy IS in the hospital. It might be wrong to
let my feelings of disdain get too big before he’s released.
    I
slip through the dark mansion, taking the backstairs up to the bedrooms. Andy
has a twisted version of hide and seek that most girls don’t like to play.
    I
am not most girls.
    I
tiptoe along, taking off my underwear and leaving him a breadcrumb. It’s almost
as fun as it once was, but the drugs in my system are starting to wane and the
memory of the creepy foot pervert is creeping around in my head.
    I
refuse to let it rule me. I refuse to let it ruin my sex life forever. I pride
myself on sexual prowess and flexibility.
    The
simpering victim in my mind is not me, and I can’t let her win or I may be
stuck with vanilla sex for the rest of my life.
    The
idea of it gives me a shiver.
    Nothing
quite like ordinary missionary sex to ruin a night.
    When
I saw Andy I wasn't even in the mood for sex. It was so weird. I convinced
myself that his taste for boudoir noir would be the perfect cure to my anxiety.
    Now
that I’m in the dark, I’m not sure.
    I
pass by Andy’s sister’s room. It smells like vanilla and has a French theme to
it. It reminds me of my room when I was a young teenager. All the way back
before I broke my poor father’s heart by not being the perfect daughter. Since
then I’ve been on a bit of a mission. I decided that if I was going to be the
worst daughter, I would be a pro at it.
    I
leave my shirt on the floor outside of the bathroom upstairs and duck into a
nook next to Andy’s room. If I listen I should be able to hear him coming.
    If
I catch him from behind, his ass is mine. He will spend the next two hours
screaming my name. That's the good thing about Andy—he’s always up for a
little pain to heighten the pleasure.
    However,
if he catches me, he gets to be in charge.
    Either
way I come, so what does it matter?
    In
the dark silence where I’m hiding, I hear something I’m not entirely
expecting—a woman moaning. Her sounds make a cheesy grin spread across my
face. It is the noise of a woman being serviced well—very well. She is
bleating like a sheep, and I can’t help but giggle when I realize it’s coming
from inside of the house.
    It’s
Andy’s mom.
    I
wrinkle my nose and head toward the main hall.
    A
shadow passes going the other way.
    In
the light coming in the living room window, I see Andy going in the direction I
just was.
    Thinking
fast, I run, making noise and hopefully drawing him back downstairs. He isn’t
going to want to do it when he hears his parents.
    His
heavy footsteps turn and follow me away from the hallway that would have ruined
our night.
    I
squeal with delight and hurry down the stairs.
    He’s
leaping stairs like he means to catch me so I jump the last couple, nearly
breaking an ankle in my heels and turn to the right.
    I
blow past the kitchen and dining room, spinning into the study and hold a
lungful of air. He runs past me but stops.
    My
lungs fight to exhale so I release, huffing my breath just as his hand reaches
into the dark room, grabbing me roughly.
    I
shriek as he spins me, pressing himself against the back of me and gripping my
throat lightly. He closes the office door and walks us both to the desk,
hitting my hips on it roughly and bending me forward. He kicks my legs apart
and lifts my skirt, running his hands up and down my bare ass cheeks. He slaps
once making me moan.
    “I
missed you, Lana. I missed how naughty you like things.” He slaps again and I
close my eyes, pressing my face into the mahogany desk. He spanks close to my
crack and earns himself a full rotation of my ass. He reaches under, running
his hands along my crack to my pussy’s entrance. His finger casually tickles my
whole slit, like he’s deciding where to go first or checking for moisture
levels.
    The
head of his cock springs from his underwear, slapping against my ass cheeks.
His hips pin me as the condom wrapper crinkles into the dark. Roughly, he