Beautiful Wicked

BEAUTIFUL WICKED MJ MASUCCI CONTENTS Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 2023©MJ Masucci This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental. Although every precaution has been taken to verify the accuracy of the information contained herein, the author and publisher assume no responsibility for any errors or omissions. No liability is assumed for damages that may result from the use of information contained within. All Rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without prior written permission of the publisher, except in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. ISBN 978-1-950175-41-3 Trigger Warning: This book is for 18+ and contains verbal abuse, attempted assault, bullying, blackmail and steamy sex scenes. CHAPTER 1 Gideon Avery was leaving, and I dreaded losing her for any amount of time, but my weakened body wasn’t strong or healthy enough to live on my own. I would have to be without her for a week which seemed like an eternity. Never in my life had I felt this way—with anyone. “Come here,” I said as Avery backed away. “No, Giddy. Watkins is waiting.” I pushed the covers off and a chill rippled through me even though the room was warm. I was still running a slight fever. “Don’t make me come after you.” She sighed and returned to the bed, pulling the covers back over me and tucking them under the mattress. I couldn’t resist stroking her golden hair. I had so much love for my stepsister; hell, I was deeply fucking in love with her. When she told me it had to end, I nearly fell apart. “You don’t have the strength to be pushing me against walls and making threats,” she said with a giggle. I did, however, have the strength to pull her onto the bed and bury my face in her sweet-scented hair. “You could stay home,” I plotted. “Bancroft has an emergency leave of absence.” Avery looked up at me with her big doe eyes, the gray blurred by the tears forming on her lower lids. “Don’t make this any harder than it already is,” she replied. “I have to go back to school. We can’t give them any signs we’re together.” By them, my stepsister meant our parents, friends, servants—anyone who could out us. Things between us couldn’t end. “Avery, I love you,” I whispered into her ear. She ran her soft fingertips over my cheek. “I love you, too. It’s only five days. I’ll be home on Friday afternoon right after class. I promise.” I caught her gaze. “Friday isn’t the problem; it’s the other days I won’t see you.” She pressed a soft kiss to my lips. I wanted to deepen it, roll her under me and strip her clothes off, but I didn’t have the strength. Avery broke it and rose from the bed. “No more. I have to go. Get some sleep.” I huffed. “I sleep like crap when you’re not with me.” “Get used to it because it’s five days before I come back.” I glowered. “Don’t remind me.” “Get some sleep, Giddy.” Avery left my room, leaving only her lingering floral perfume to remind me she was mine. * * * I slept most of the day, waking when I received a text from Avery. I’m back. Friday will be here before you know it Don’t take this the wrong way but fuck you LMAO. I love you too, Giddy After I left the hospital and got situated at home, my father spoke with the school, so they’d be sending homework as well as recordings of lessons. I was thrilled. With that reminder in mind, I tossed my phone onto my bed and flicked on the television. I was still tired but on the mend. As I dozed, a knock on the door woke me. “Yeah,” I rasped. My father opened the door. “Gideon, how are you feeling?” I wanted to tell him I felt like shit, but I glossed it over. “Better. My chest still hurts.” He sat on the edge of the bed. “Too bad you’ll be out for the game this Friday.” I frowned. “Why?” “Coach Leary had some time to watch you play.” I gritted my teeth. “Dad, I’m not interested in college ball. I don’t need a scholarship, and my time will be taken up by classes and homework.” He pursed his lips. “I asked you to think about it. It’s good discipline.” “And I have thought about it. The answer is no.” We’d had this conversation so many times, and despite how he’d kept pushing me, I had the same answer each time. Sometimes I wished my knee would give out, and that would be the end of the argument. It would always be a no. Once high school was over, I would be done with football. “I don’t understand why you keep asking when you know my answer,” I said bitterly just before a deep bronchial coughing fit stuck me. I held my aching chest while he waited for me to catch my breath, which was hard when breathing felt like a bunch of razorblades slicing through my lungs. “Because I want you to be well-rounded,” he continued. “Enjoy all college has to offer. Maybe you can join a fraternity.” I wiped my mouth. “A fraternity, too? Why don’t I just look forward to D’s?” “You’re a smart boy. I know you can handle everything. I’d also like you to work with me this