Hurting You Read online J.L. Beck, Cassandra Hallman (Blackthorn Elite #3)

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Dark, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Blackthorn Elite Series by J.L. Beck
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Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 67362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
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“Not because we don’t want you to have a chance at making money and taking care of your grams, but because you belong to us,” Cam tells her, his voice dropping to a panty-melting degree, “and no way in hell are we letting someone look, let alone touch you.”

Like a dam breaking, Stella falls apart, big fat tears start to roll down her cheeks again. Never before was it so apparent to me how complicated women are. I just fucked ’em and left. What the hell do I do now?

“I have nowhere to go… I’m staying in a motel right now that I can barely afford.”

Her confession sets the alpha off inside of me.

“A Motel? Where?”

“Not far from here,” she answers through sobs.

Before I can put too much thought into what I’m saying, the words just pour out of me, “You’re not going back there. You’re staying with us.” This causes her gaze to widen and her swollen lips to part. I know that Stella isn’t just anyone to us and that until we’ve had our fill of her, she will be ours to do whatever we want with.

“Stt-staying with you? I don’t even know where you’re staying? Plus, I can’t. I have no money. I can’t afford it.” Panic visibly claws at her throat, and I hate seeing her like this. Breaking eye contact with Stella, I meet Cam’s concerned gaze. I know what he wants to do to her, wrap his arms around her and tell her everything is going to be okay. But it’s not. The cruel truth of the world is that not everything is always going to be okay. Sometimes it’s going to be shit, and it might be that way for a while. That’s just the way the world works.

I understand how Cam is, in many ways, he is the opposite of me, soft, charismatic, and tender when he needs to be, together we’re the epitome of what a man should be. But all of those things, they’re not what Stella needs. She needs our strength, passion, some tender love. But most of all, she needs us to control her.

“What if we offered to pay you the same pay you get here. All you would have to do is dance for us. Exclusively.”

“Dance for you?” She looks confused.

“That’s what you were doing here, right? You can still do it, but for us instead.”

“I don’t know… I don’t think I can do it. I don’t want to come with you…” Her words slice through me, igniting an anger that burns hotter than the fucking sun. Before I know what I’m doing, my hand is releasing her chin and moving around to the back of her neck. In a second, my fingers splay through her soft hair wrapping around the golden strands as I grab a fist full of it. She yelps out when I force her head back by her hair, exposing her delicate throat to me.

“I don’t understand why you still think you have a say in anything. I try and be gentle with you, but it does me no good. It seems like you want to be controlled, want us to tell you what to do. Fortunately for you, I can make that happen.” I lean into her face, making note of her wince. “I don’t care what you want. You are coming with us, and you should be glad we are paying you at all because if we wanted to, we could just take from you, take until there isn’t a single thing left.”

“You’re hurting me,” she whimpers, but I don’t let her go. In fact, I want to tighten my grip but reel myself in, afraid that if I lose control, I may actually harm her. She’s so precious like glass, the slightest crack may shatter her.

“Stella doesn’t like pain,” Cameron explains, a frown on his lips. “She told me the other day that she doesn’t want us to hurt her.”

“Is that so?” I look away from Cameron and back down at her, “I didn’t hear you complaining when I was slapping your pussy. If I recall, you creamed all over my fucking fingers. I’ve never seen a woman so wet in my life.”

“Please, stop,” she begs, and I feel her words in my cock, which is currently rising to attention. “I’ll… I’ll come with you. Just please don’t hurt me anymore.”

“Hurt you?” I growl, and release her hair, “You’ve yet to know what it feels like to be hurt, but I suppose it’s time we showed you. Maybe we need to give you a little more pain, show you what it would feel like.”

Stella starts to shake her head, big fat tears cascading down her cheeks, and I feel compelled to lick them off her face. I want to taste her fear, taste her pain.


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