Intolerant (Filthy Rich & Kinky Book 2)

INTOLERANT ELENA DAWNE For the believers. You know who you are. X Copyright © 2023 by ELENA DAWNE All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. CONTENTS 1. Thaddeus 2. Bo 3. Thaddeus 4. Bo 5. Thaddeus 6. Bo 7. Thaddeus 8. Bo 9. Thaddeus 10. Bo 11. Thaddeus 12. Bo 13. Thaddeus 14. Bo 15. Thaddeus 16. Bo 17. Thaddeus 18. Bo 19. Thaddeus 20. Bo 21. Thaddeus 22. Bo 23. Epilogue From the Author… Also by Elena Dawne About the Author Elena wants to kick book pirates in the balls… WARNING! If you’re afraid to get wet, then this book is not for you. The content is written to excite and delight. This is a work of FICTION. That means I made it all up for the sake of glorious smut — so if you think you recognize some person or place in this book, you either have some spicy-ass friends or an extremely active fantasy life. I applaud you! This book is also intended for ADULTS. If that’s not you, Sweet Pea, then I love your moxie, but close the book and come back once you’ve turned eighteen. X 1 THADDEUS You can tell a lot about a person from studying the contents of their refrigerator. A better way to learn the truth about someone is to watch them when they think they’re alone. Daisy is completely oblivious to my presence as she rushes into the kitchen. That’s why she holds nothing back when she grips the edge of the sink, squeezes her candy-cane-striped legs together, and utters the long moan of either a woman possessed by demons, or one on the edge of orgasm. From my obscured position behind the open refrigerator door, I consider asking my young stepsister if she’s alright, but that option becomes infinitely more awkward when my eldest brother walks in. Cyrus places a small remote control on the counter next to her before grinding himself into her ass and sliding his hand inside her tights. Suddenly everything about this unusual “Summer Christmas” dinner makes sense to me. The location change to Cy’s place when we’d normally hold the annual gathering at one of our father’s was curious. As was the absence of our father. Usually, a Montgomery family Christmas is an act of familial solidarity that we perform just for him, but that’s all it is. An act. A ruse in which we pretend to be respectful and devoted sons to keep our abusive father from getting suspicious while we secretly undermine every aspect of power he thinks he still has. He’ll be ruined by real Christmas, but to be missing the “guest of honor” today is most peculiar. The most surprising thing about this Montgomery get-together has been Cy’s uncharacteristically happy, Santa-hat-wearing presentation, and his apparent ease in accepting “Daisy-Jane the Usurper” — the daughter our father always wanted. All sixteen unwanted sons now know that our father deems only his new stepdaughter worthy of his love. Most of us took it in stride, but we all worried how Cyrus would react when he found out. He’s so protective of the rest of us, we feared he might fly into a jealous rage and declare war on our father prematurely. We even started moving up timelines on our revenge tasks, just in case! But after observing Cy and Daisy over the dining table, it’s clear to me that he actually seems to care about her — and she, him! The sweet nineteen-year-old has been looking at him as if she’s not only enthralled by his every action and word, but is oddly proud of everything he’s been doing. It’s as if she’s somehow played a part in discovering this bizarre new playful version of him when the rest of us didn’t even know he had a light side. It’s been a wonder to see it, but the energy around the huge table has been odd. Undoubtedly because every one of my brothers has been trying to figure out if Cy’s smiles and jovial mood are because of some accidentally ingested drug or if he’s harboring a personality-changing brain worm. Either way, it has not been the usual family meal we were all expecting. I hate when things differ from what I’ve expected, but now that I know the reason behind the unexplained activity…? The knotted ball of anxiety that’s been gripping my insides unravels. Relief floods me with a mellow high I want to ride out to the fullest, but I know for a fact that Cyrus won’t appreciate me turning his sordid little sex-capades into a spectator sport. He’s definitely been fucking our little stepsister. For a while now, given how comfortable they seem together. And he’s twice her age. And she’s our father’s acquired little angel, so someone has definitely declared war on some level — not that anyone else seems to be aware of it yet… Cy checks the door over his shoulder before leaning in to remind Daisy to keep as quiet as possible. I clear my throat. Loudly. “Probably best for all of us if you learn that I’m in here with you,” I inform them as I return my attention to the shelves in the fridge. I re-survey the interesting contents to give my siblings a moment of privacy to collect themselves. Pulling out a handful of organic blueberries, I eat them like popcorn as I wait for my big brother to decide how he’s going to handle this. Cy glances at Daisy, who’s now blushing from collar to elf-ears. He looks me up and down before meeting my eyes in a measuring appraisal, then he relaxes slightly. His arm wraps around Daisy’s shoulders, and he draws her closer before kissing the top of her head. A claim.