Ruined by LP Lovell Read Free Book Online Page B

morals whatsoever, but even I wouldn’t fuck my best friend’s sister. There are some lines you do not cross, no matter how much you want to. This makes me a very, very good friend, because let me assure you, Cat’s petite curves and diva attitude are enough to make me want to bend her over and fuck that attitude right out of her. I should get a medal for this shit.
    “Hugo.” She grins. Her eyes skate down my body. “You look good.” She says in a husky voice. Worse than not being able to fuck her, is that Cat knows it. She knows she’s beautiful. She’s the female version of her brother, and that prick’s so good looking I might just fuck him with enough alcohol in my bloodstream. She has waist length dark hair, and freakishly blue eyes. Her face is perfect, and her body isn’t far behind. 
    “Thanks. So do you.” That’s not even just a bullshit compliment Cat’s a fashion designer, and holy shit, that dress looks like it might actually be painted on her body. She’s covered from neck to knee, but she obviously has no bra on, and I can see her nipples. Crucify a man why don’t you?
    “Dance with me?” She asks.
    “Not a good idea doll.” I tell her. “I’m likely to get my face smashed in, and I’m rather fond of it.”
    She laughs a high pitched girly laugh. “Do you want me, Hugo?” She teases.
    Oh, she is poking a bear. I grin and step closer to her. “Kitty Cat, I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve stroked one out, and blown my load, to the thought of those perfect lips of yours wrapped around my cock.”
    She swallows hard, a slight blush creeping onto her cheeks. Ah, if there’s one thing I love its innocence. I live to corrupt women like her. As much as I would fuck Cat if it weren’t for Theo, she couldn’t handle me, and she knows it. I’d ruin her, and I’d enjoy every fucking second of it.
    “You still want that dance?” I ask.
    She seems to have recovered slightly now. Regaining some of her former bravery, she nods and loops her hand through my arm.
    I lead her to the dance floor, where some jazz crap is blaring through the speakers. A few people are dancing, but most are seated at the various tables surrounding the dance floor.
    Cat starts dancing, and presses herself a little too close to me. I pop wood instantly. I can’t help it, it’s an involuntary reaction. Damn it. I try to move as little as possible, but the more she presses against me, the more I really want just a little bit of friction. When she turns and presses her back to me, I lose my shit. I grab her hips and grind against her, pressing my cock against her lower back. She stiffens slightly and I laugh. I would have put money on the fact that she would walk away, but she doesn’t. Girl is playing with fire. Just when I think I might break my bro code after all, I manage to push her away.
    “Uh, I have to go, Cat.” I say through gritted teeth. I get my horny arse out of their so fucking fast.
    Theo is glaring at me as I approach. I hold my hands up. “Wasn’t me! Why do you think I’m running over here? Your sister fucking wants me, dude.”
    He growls, like actually growls like some kind of psycho. Lilly rolls her eyes and shoves at his chest. “Can you stop with the macho shit? Cat is a big girl.”
    “You touch my sister, and I will castrate you.” He grumbles. Fuck my life, a guy cannot catch a break round here.
    I catch the sound of Molly’s infectious laughter and turn to find her approaching us with George. “Sweetness.” I greet her.
    God fucking damn she looks good. My cock instantly goes rock hard again. Molly’s hot because she doesn’t know it. She’s so completely unaware of herself it’s almost funny. Her dress is pale blue, skin tight, and shows a lot of leg. Thin lace covers her chest and arms, and her long legs drop into a pair of sky scraper heels. Damn, what I wouldn’t give to have those heels digging in my back while I fuck her senseless. She’s sexy as hell,