A Thousand Cuts – Underworld Kings Read Online Anne Malcom

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 125962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
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I ached for him. For the wild, carnal feeling he evoked in me. For an escape from the reality of this situation.

A sound from behind made me move my focus, interrupted my sordid thoughts. I should’ve been thankful that I was jerked out of my erotic daydream, that I could find purchase on logic. But I was angry. Fucking furious.

Felix entered the room. Had he been lingering? Waiting? Was he going to be lurking around this house? The house that Cristian had just declared I’d be living in.

His eyes went to mine, and I felt a jolt of electricity.

He terrified me. The emptiness in his eyes, the knowing I had that he would kill me without a second thought. Yet I was attracted to him. His sharp bone structure, the glasses that accentuated his vacant irises. The hands that were covered in tattoos. The tee and jeans that were at odds with Cristian’s smooth, tailored suits. He disgusted me and intrigued me.

No. Fuck no. I had enough to deal with right now, a dangerous mob boss forcing me to be his wife. I did not need to add an attractive psychopath to the mix.

Beyond that, Felix was not alone.

He’d dragged someone else into the room.

The man stumbled ever so slightly from the rough way Felix jerked him, but he righted himself in time to come face-to-face with me.

I stood immediately, my body going numb. Out of the corner of my eye, I noted that Cristian rose too. He rounded his desk and moved toward me. I didn’t even retreat. Luckily, he didn’t touch me. He just stood close, close enough for me to smell the spice of his aftershave.

Though my body had a reaction to this, it was not as potent as it might’ve been if we were alone in the room. If I wasn’t focused on someone else.

“Pete,” I breathed, staring at the man I’d been planning on spending my life with up until a week ago.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, a purple bruise around his left eye and a split lip marring his flawless, tanned face. His shirt was wrinkled and stained.

I’d never seen him look so unkempt in my life. The man worked out and didn’t break a sweat. Even when we were having sex, there was no growling, no dirty talk; quiet, just polite orgasms in a grand total of three positions.

But it was safe.

He was safe.

Or so I’d fucking thought.

His ocean blue eyes went wide as he was pushed into the room. Cristian’s hand was on my lower back. I hated and loved the warmth at the same time.

“Sienna,” Pete cried, his eyes darting from me to the man behind me.

The man he sold me to.

I didn’t think, I just reacted. Cristian either wasn’t expecting it or wasn’t interested enough to stop me because he stayed where he was.

Pete was expecting something entirely different when I rushed toward him, though I had no idea what he was thinking. That I would give him one last kiss? A hug?

He definitely was not expecting me to punch him in the face; I wasn’t expecting it either. But something about his face, his stupid, three-hundred-dollar haircut, the lack of shame in his eyes—oh, and the fact he sold me to a mafia boss to settle his fucking gambling debt...

Yeah, that deserved a punch in the face and a knee in his balls.

My fist burned as he crumpled to the floor. I gritted my teeth against the pain and forced myself not to cradle it against my chest like a big baby. I let the pain serve as fuel, the anger a reason to stay standing tall instead of bursting into tears.

“You piece of shit,” I snarled. “I hope they kill you.”

I didn’t wait for his bullshit excuses or whatever else he was going to try to say to me. I stepped over his body and walked out.

Chapter Seven

Cristian

She continued to surprise and impress me.

I had not expected Sienna to turn into some whimpering mess once she learned of my plans for her. I had expected the hate in her eyes. It turned my dick hard. Made me anxious to be inside her cunt again.

I had been moments away from taking her on my desk like I’d promised. She wanted it. As much as she tried to cloak her emotions, I knew that much. She still wanted me. If anything, she wanted me more.

Which was why I chose her.

Why she was fucking perfect for me.

There would be difficulty. I was sure that she’d fight this further. I was looking forward to it.

Although I was tempted, I didn’t kill her fiancé. It was a greater punishment to keep him alive. To force him to attend the wedding we were going to have. I had no doubt that by the time a month passed, Sienna would’ve accepted her position. She’d be fucking thriving. Of that I was certain.


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