Alpha Dominated (The Dixon Brothers #3) Read Online Olivia T. Turner

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Dixon Brothers Series by Olivia T. Turner
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Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 21830 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
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I grab the pin on top of the doorframe and shove it into the lock. I turn it and the door pops open.

She gasps as I rush in. Her eyes are wide and her mouth is open as she stares at me in shock.

Her body is covered by the bubbles but the sight of her sitting naked in the water with her black hair slicked back is enough to get me hard.

“What are you doing in here?” she demands.

I’m too focused on a bead of water sliding down the soft skin of her neck to answer.

“Hello!” she shouts as she smacks the tub with her hand. “Privacy, please!”

“I thought you might have fallen asleep.”

“I did and it was lovely. Until you barged in.”

“I was worried you were going to drown.”

She scoffs. “Like I wouldn’t have woken up if my head went underwater.”

I walk over and sit on the toilet, watching her.

“Excuse me!” she says with a huff. “I’m in the bath!”

“The bubbles are covering you.” I suddenly wish I hadn’t put so many in.

“I’m naked! Get out!”

“We’re mates, Ivy,” I tell her like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “My body is yours and your body is mine.”

“My body is not yours,” she snaps as she stares at me with wild eyes. “Now get out!”

“But you don’t understand. We’re ma—”

She throws the bar of soap at me and I leap up from the toilet as she grabs the shampoo bottle.

“Get out!” she screams. “Get out! GET. OUT!!!”

I fly out of the bathroom and whip the door closed just in time to hear the shampoo bottle slam into it.

Where the hell did I go wrong?

I turn when I hear snickering. Cameron, Mary, Roman, and Bailey are eavesdropping in the hallway, trying not to laugh.

“You didn’t go in there, did you?” Mary asks while staring at me like I’m the world’s biggest idiot.

“I thought she was drowning!”

They all shake their heads in disbelief.

“Was I that clueless when I met you?” Roman asks Bailey.

“Not at all,” she says as she stares at me. “This is bad.”

I drop my shoulders, wanting to cry.

Where the hell do I go from here?

Chapter Five

Ivy

I rush out of the bath and quickly dry off as I stare at the door, hoping the creep doesn’t come back in.

What the hell was he thinking?

I grab the clothes he left for me and hold them to my nose, breathing in his alluring scent as I curse him out in my head.

“Stop it!” I whisper scream at myself. Just because he’s hot and because he saved you doesn’t mean he can act like a perverted creep!

I quickly put the t-shirt on and glance at myself in the mirror. They’re huge and I look ridiculous. I’ve always been a small girl who never got that growth spurt she was promised, but right now, I look like a child playing in her father’s closet.

I don’t even bother with the jogging pants. They practically go up to my neck.

I stick with the old t-shirt with a Sublime logo on it (at least he has good taste in music). It swallows me completely and my whole shoulder sticks out through the neck hole.

All of my wet clothes stay on the floor as I head to the door while the bath drains.

My pulse is racing as I slowly open it.

The first thing I see is a sandwich on the dresser. It looks delicious and my stomach growls in need. I’m starving.

“Do you feel better?”

It’s that smooth dominant voice. It’s coming from somewhere in the bedroom. I swing the door open the rest of the way and step into Easton’s room. He’s sitting on the bed, watching me.

His skin flushes and he runs a hand through his hair as he looks me up and down. My nipples harden under his heated gaze, pressing against the inside of his shirt. I’ve never had a man look at me like that before, so full of want and desire and need and possession. It’s unnerving, but I like it.

“I do feel better. Thank you.”

“I’m sorry I barged in there. I wasn’t trying to—”

“I know,” I say, interrupting him. “I think I’m just hangry.”

“Hangry?”

“You know. When you’re so hungry that you’re angry.”

He laughs. “Help yourself,” he says as he glances at the food on the dresser. “It’s all for you.”

This man is a dream. I grab the tray and bring it to the bed.

He watches me as I shamelessly stuff my mouth like a beast.

“How is it?”

“Better than leaves,” I say as I swallow a chunk down. “Actually, it’s the best thing I’ve ever eaten. It’s amazing.”

We don’t talk as I finish the sandwich and then tackle the salad. Food is more important than words right now.

He smiles when I finish it and collapse onto the bed.

This must be what after good sex feels like—being completely satisfied in every way.


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