Cupid Get’s Struck Read Online Alexa Riley

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 65809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
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My release will be contingent on good behavior and up until today I haven’t had a single incident while locked up. Whoever the fuck this guy was, he was obviously being paid by someone to keep me behind bars, or to shut me up. Either way, this screws my case, unless I can talk to my lawyer and convince him that this was all done for that reason.

The guards here aren’t listening, and though I’ve been alone in my cell this whole time, solitude is fucking hell. I don’t have any light or way to tell what time it is. But the worst part is that I don’t have Lizzy’s letters to keep me company. I wonder if they’re tossing my cell right now and reading them.

I clench my fists as I slide down to the floor and hope that I get out of here soon. This could ruin everything and my chances at getting to her.

Thoughts that I’ve been trying to avoid all day come back to me in a rush. I don’t want to think about how soft she looked or how sweet she smelled because I know I’m just torturing myself. But I knew I could only hold them back for so long. What would it be like to have her skin against mine? To have her spread her legs for me? Would she be eager to let me lick her where she’s wet, or would she be shy?

In my mind she’s bold with her want and begs me to taste her. My cock is hard and pointing straight up between my legs, but I can’t jack off in here. I need the photo of her and to see her dark blue eyes when I cum. That’s how I do it every time and I won’t let myself get off without that.

I’ve been fighting this for so long, but after today I’m ready to give in. I’m ready to get the fuck out of here and go get what’s mine. I might be locked up, but there’s nothing that will keep me from her. Not this prison, not some rich assholes who fixed my trial, and certainly not some piece of shit that was hired to get me thrown in solitude. As soon as I’m out of here, I’m on my way to her.

She just better be ready when I get there.

Thirteen

LIZZY

A tear falls from my cheek and hits one of the unopened envelopes. There’s a small stack of them on my kitchen counter and I stare at them unable to understand why he stopped taking them. I swipe at my face as more tears fall and I can’t make them stop. I was so sure when the first one came back that it was a mistake. But each day another shows up marked “return to sender.”

I didn’t believe it was happening the first few days. I’d gotten a crazy idea that maybe he was transferred or something. All I had to do was find the new address and hope it wasn’t too far away. I knew he might not want me visiting, but I didn’t care for the idea of him being farther away even if I wasn’t seeing him.

That could have happened, right? Prisoners get transferred all the time. I searched online, knowing there’s a list of inmates for each facility. You only need to know their inmate number and I did. It showed him there as of a week ago, but I haven’t searched since then. I keep sending letters and they keep getting returned.

I sniff as my heart aches. What I felt must have just been one sided, or not real. Otherwise why is he giving me the brush off after he’d asked me to keep writing? He told me not to come back and now none of this makes sense. I knew he was attracted to me because I could see it in the way he looked at me. When he’d pulled me in to hug him I felt his hard-on dig into me. I swear I can still feel it pressed into my stomach if I close my eyes. Every inch of him was hard and big. I knew that before I’d felt him against me but now every detail is real because I had it for a moment.

While I love that hard side to him, I adored seeing his soft side that he didn’t show to anyone else. He even smiled at me, which is something I’m guessing he hadn’t done in a long time. Thoughts of what his mouth would feel like against mine and in other places makes my body ache. All off him was hard, but for some reason I knew his lips would be so soft against mine.

I pick up the letters and pile them together, then I open the drawer where I keep the ones he’s written me and put them inside for safekeeping. I run my finger across one of the faded letters and it’s almost embarrassing how worn they all are for the short time I’ve had them. I read them every day, sometimes multiple times a day. I don’t care if it makes me obsessed, I like being consumed by his words.


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