Indebted Read online J.L. Beck, Cassandra Hallman (King Crime Family #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: King Crime Family Series by J.L. Beck
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Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
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Sweat covers our bodies as I stare at her, nose to nose. Determination shows in every push of my body into hers. It’s my will to break her beyond repair, to bring her into the darkness with me, and allow her to be that one person who prevents me from destroying everyone and everything.

Her nails dig into my shoulders while her tits bounce up and down. My pace picks up, and eventually, her head falls back against the wall as an obscene amount of swear words leave her mouth.

Smiling against her skin, I feel my muscles coil, telling me that my release is coming fast. A few more strokes and she will be there, so I need to last it out.

Slipping my hand between us, I place my thumb against her clit. She cries out, her muscles clenching my dick like a vice. Her screams are hoarse, and I pull myself from her as she melts into a mass of nothing. Sitting up, I take my hand and stroke my cock tightly.

Since the moment I brought her here, I’ve had this need to mark her and make sure that she knows she is mine. My strokes become harder and faster. Every slide over the head and back up pushes me that much closer to where I want to be.

Her eyes are mesmerized as she watches me. I grit my teeth as my release comes, squirting all over her beautiful stomach and thighs. I want to rub it in, but I also want to make sure every ounce of my seed lands on her.

As I continue to jerk off, she moans, her fingers sliding through my semen. She is rubbing it in for me. I’ll be fucking damned if my dick doesn’t want to take her again.

As she massages my cum into her skin, I stare, unable to pull my eyes from her body. She is everything I want and everything I need to stay away from. She is a weakness, and I will only bring her down if I head down a road where I think it will be okay to want something more from her.

Love isn’t in my cards. It’s hard to love someone when every person you have ever cared about is ripped from you.

Dropping down to the bed beside her, I pull her body onto mine, not caring about the sticky mess on her skin. I hold her against my chest. She is a tiny thing, light, but curvy.

“That was… mind-blowing,” I whisper against her skin as I watch her eyes close. I wore her out. Time for a late morning nap, I guess.

She looks so peaceful now. The complete opposite of the way she looked at me earlier today. “No. You’re a prick. A self-righteous prick who thinks he is a king, when in reality you’re nothing but a sad man who can’t love and can’t let go of the anger that’s eating him up inside.”

Her words have not left me since the moment they fell from her plump lips. Honestly, I think they will haunt me for the rest of my life. Why? Because they are so close to the truth that it makes my chest ache ferociously.

I can’t believe how quickly she forgives me. How easy it is for her to turn the other cheek. She is the angel, and I’m the devil.

There is no saving us from the destruction I will cause.

17

Amara

It has been three days since I had the most mind-blowing sex of my life. Well, the only sex of my life, but it was amazing, nothing like I expected. He hasn’t fucked me since that night, and though I have given him blow jobs and allowed him to go down on me many times, we still haven’t connected like we did that day.

I’ve been spending my days playing the piano and reading while he does who knows what. I’ve avoided Eli so far and hope it will continue until I have the courage to tell Enzo what happened.

Yesterday, Addy was here, and I stayed in the kitchen with her, so I have someone to talk to. She agreed that it might be better not to tell Enzo about it and just stay out of Eli’s way.

“Get out of bed,” Enzo orders, his voice stern. I roll my eyes at his command. He might have a hold on my body, but my mind is mine to keep. He has been growing angrier every day, and just the other night, when I heard him conversing with Mack, a bottle of bourbon was smashed against the wall.

“Out,” he orders again, coming to my side of the bed. I growl, my feet hitting the floor. We have gone over this. I told him there will be no ordering me around, and though he disagreed, I figured I had gotten my point across. Obviously not.


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