Dark Poison (Dark Brothers #1) Read Online Bella Jewel

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Dark Brothers Series by Bella Jewel
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Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 64835 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
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My mind is consuming me. Eating me alive. I can’t stay here any longer.

Lamp in hand, I wait by the door for Jagger to enter with my food. Exactly the same as every other morning, the keypad beeps and the door clicks open. He goes to place the tray down but realizes the table has been moved a little out of the way and the moment he does, he looks up and sees me, lamp in hand, a smile on my face. “Surprise.”

I hit him.

I don’t want to kill the man, but I do want him to go down.

He does, with a growl and a bellow of pain, he stumbles backward and falls to the ground. I lunge for the door, slamming my hand in it just before it clicks closed. I push it open, lamp still in hand, heart racing, and stare down at Jagger. He’s on the ground, dazed, hand over the bloodied wound on his head. Shit. He won’t be down long. I drop the lamp, and I run. The problem is, I don’t know where I’m running to.

I dart past the kitchen and toward what looks to be a living area. Usually near a living area is a front door. I’m right, and the moment I can see the large brown exit in my sights, my heart kicks up a notch. I just reach for the door handle when I’m hauled backward. Two big, strong arms go around my waist and pull me so hard I can practically taste my freedom being ripped from me.

Screaming, I do everything in my power to fight, but he’s too strong. He drags me back toward my room, grunting as I fight. But oh, do I fight. I fight with everything in my power, kicking and clawing, screaming and thrashing, but I’m no match for the large, powerful man holding me. When we reach the door, I latch onto it, refusing to let go as he jerks, trying to pull me away so he can get to the keypad and open it.

“No,” I scream. “No.”

“Fuckin’ let go,” he bellows, jerking me backward so hard my fingers slip from the handle.

He spins me around and pins me to the wall with one forearm across my throat, holding me there as he uses his other arm to reach out and attempt to open the door.

I grab at his arm, pushing as I become a little dizzy from the pressure he’s applying. “Let me go you filthy, rotten, disgusting human being.”

He looks toward me, panting, blood running down his face. “Did you honestly think you’d fuckin’ escape me?”

His voice is like a whip, low and dangerous.

“I will escape you,” I growl, leaning in close to his face. “I will fucking escape you, and you’ll never find me again.”

“Best of luck with that.”

“Don’t put me back in there,” I plead, my voice cracking now, my strength turning into a pathetic whimper. “Please, I’m begging you. I’m going crazy. You don’t understand.”

His eyes lock on mine, and the pressure releases just a touch from my throat.

“You serve no purpose for me except to gain information. I’m not here to make your stay good.”

I have to do something.

Anything.

In my pathetic moment of need, I do something stupid. Something insane. Something that makes me feel and look even worse than I did before.

I lean forward and catch him off guard when I press my lips to his. For a moment, he stands stunned, not moving.

“I can give you something, something you want,” I murmur against his mouth. “I can serve a purpose, if you need me to.”

He growls, and when I kiss him again, he lets me. He lets me kiss him long and deep, and he responds. His lips are coated with the faint taste of blood and his mouth is hot, hungry, and fucking delicious. I kiss him and my body comes to life, the desperation in me turns to a need that I can no longer fight. There is probably a name for it, but I don’t care. I just want something ... anything.

His forearm releases from my throat and he hauls me against him, kissing me so hard my mouth burns, but oh, I don’t care.

I need him.

Want him.

Fuck.

I need him inside me.

I need something else, anything other than what I’ve got.

“Take me,” I plead against his lips, rubbing my body against his hardening cock.

With a growl, he hauls me up against him with a hand to my backside, grinding me against his long, hard length. Then his other hand slips beneath my clothes and into my panties. The moment his fingers glide over my clit, my legs begin to shake. I am so wound up, so full of an emotion I can’t even name, that I know my body is going to respond quickly. Mouth consuming mine, he flicks my clit until I am on the edge of orgasm.


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