Bad Boy Revelation (Alpha Bad Boy Book 1) Read Free

I couldn't control myself. And I wouldn't in the future.
     
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    It was Sunday and I was hugging and greeting all the old church members who welcomed me home from college. My pussy was still on fire from Bryce's fingers and he hadn't even stuck them in all the way. Suddenly, I could feel Bryce's presence. He was somewhere in the sanctuary. I wanted to see him. I could still feel his rough, hard fingers lodged halfway inside of me. My skin pebbled at the thought and I could feel my wetness on my thighs. It was exhilarating, a rush of euphoria radiating into my clit. I needed that huge cock inside of me, owning me, marking me.
    I sat down on the front row, watching my father give the sermon. He yelled and got people fired up. There were 'amens' and 'yeses' and 'praise the Lords' that erupted to the rafters as his voice grew louder. It was a Baptist church after all. And then, I saw him.
    He was in the corner. I caught the silhouette of his beard and then his large muscular frame. I felt his eyes on me. A sharp pain pierced my belly like a shard of ice. He was watching me, again.
    Heat ballooned in my chest and my palms were damp. Everyone's eyes were glued on Dad as I watched Bryce, stalking me from the corner, owning me with his stare. I was sitting on the end of the pew in the front row, where my family always sat so that Dad could come down and sit next to us when others would take the pulpit.
    Without thinking, I spread my legs for Bryce, revealing my bare pussy I'd shaved the night before. I wanted it fresh and pure for when he decided to finally have his way with me. I fantasized about the pleasure, his hands in my hair, him driving that huge length of cock inside me over and over, digging his fingers in my hips and gripping my throat. My hand moved down to my pussy, my head on a swivel making sure I wasn't found out.
    Dad was staring off to the back wall like always. He focused on it and I knew he wouldn't see me. At this point, I didn't care. I was tired of hiding what I was, who I was. As far as I was concerned, God gave me this curse. I had to have Bryce and I'd do anything to get what I wanted. My body wouldn't rest until it'd felt him claim me.
    I teased at my swollen bump, goading him on while he sat in the corner. He fisted his hands at his sides, his breaths heaving and falling as his broad chest expanded and receded rapidly. I looked over at him and winked, then shimmied my skirt back down.
    Dad's eyes grew wide and a smile spread on his face. I turned back, knowing his concentration was rarely broken. It was Brian and his family, late as usual. Brian smiled at me and I could practically feel the heat from Bryce's stare, knowing Brian's smile drove him insane.
    I was promised to Brian, but he didn't have what I needed. He couldn't give me what I wanted. But I would use him. Oh, would I ever use him to get Bryce to do naughty things to me. To get him to spread me so hard I couldn't breathe.
     
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    After the service I walked up to Brian in the parking lot. He was a complete douche. I knew he'd probably fucked ten girls inadequately last semester. He still portrayed himself perfectly to the right people in town. The 'good boy' routine. He had it mastered.
    I followed him to his car so we could talk and catch up on the last four months of our life. I'd spoken to him on the phone a few times, but we both knew the deal. It would've been unfair if I'd actually wanted a life with him. I'd have been the good, Godly wife. He was a playboy, partying and fucking, nights at the frat house, and hungover during weekend trips to make appearances in town.
    "So..."
    "So, how many girls did you sleep with this semester?"
    I had to piss him off, in case Bryce was watching, though I no longer felt his eyes on me.
    Brian gripped my forearm, not nearly hard enough for my liking. He could never please me the way I needed. If he'd known my secret it would turn him on, but the sex would be vanilla. He was a pretty boy who