Betrayal Road – Torpedo Ink Read Online Christine Feehan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 129980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
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She moistened suddenly dry lips as she shook her head. Again, there was silence, and she knew he was waiting for her to speak. “Not yet.”

That earned her a flash of his white teeth. Her heart nearly stopped. She forced her gaze to the to-go mug she had carefully picked up and now held between her palms.

“I don’t suppose you would describe him as looking like me?”

She dared to tilt her head to the side and allowed her gaze to drift over him, making certain to start from the neck down. She couldn’t look into those mercury eyes, especially if he was looking at her with that focused intensity. “Neck tattoos, broad shoulders, a thick chest, all muscle. If I described my hero like you, my readers would think I was relying on formula writing.” She laughed because she couldn’t help it. He was beautiful. A gorgeous man who had no business sitting with her.

“Why are you laughing, Zelie?”

“I’m afraid you sat down at the wrong table, Mr. Federoff.”

“Why are you so certain of that?”

She gestured toward him, from the top of his head down his chest, grateful the rest of him was hidden. She was finally getting to a place where she could speak to him without making a total fool of herself. She was fully capable of speaking her mind or speaking the truth, but only if she didn’t think too much about the rest of his body.

She pushed her glasses back on her nose. “You have to know what you look like. Even what you sound like. Men as beautiful as you are don’t give women who look like me a second glance. I have no idea why you decided to sit at this table, but it’s absurd. Did the merry widows talk you into sitting with me?”

His eyes had gone hot silver. Gleaming silver. Mesmerizing. She couldn’t have looked away if she wanted to. “Women who look like you? What do you look like?”

His voice made her shiver, as if she had said something that truly annoyed him. It didn’t show on his face, so she couldn’t exactly say what it was that made her think he was disappointed and even angry, but she knew he was. The silver eyes glittered. Moved over her face. Dwelled on her mouth. Dropped lower. He seemed to be able to look right through her boxy sweatshirt to the body she hid from the world.

He leaned toward her. “I’m going to do you the courtesy of telling you the truth since you’re so honest with me. As for the merry widows, as sweet and funny as they are, I would never sit down with a woman I wasn’t interested in.”

His voice made her shiver. Those eyes had come back up to hers and held her gaze captive. He was interested in her? She didn’t know what to think of that.

“In case you hadn’t noticed, I have scars. Not all women find that attractive. Evidently, you do, which is good for me. Your hair is unbelievable. For a man with my tastes and needs, your hair is a fucking miracle. I think you have one of the most beautiful faces I’ve ever seen. Every emotion you feel is transparent. Right there. You have incredible eyes. I would know exactly what you were thinking or feeling just looking into your eyes. I’ve been in this coffee shop numerous times and fantasized far too much about having your lips wrapped around my dick. Just looking at your mouth makes me hard. You have tits and an ass, something that I look for in a woman. You also have brains. You’re not afraid of speaking your mind, yet you’re the kind of woman a man like me needs. Women like you don’t come along that often.”

She wished she was offended by his plain speaking, but she had gone damp. Her breasts ached. Her mouth even watered. Color crept under her skin, and there was no way to slow her quickened breathing, so she didn’t try to hide her reaction to his assessment of her.

“What the hell do you think is wrong with your looks?”

He didn’t raise his voice at all. If anything, it was lower than normal, but all the same, his tone was a demand for her to answer him.

She moistened her lips. The minute she did, her gaze dropped to his lap and the heavy bulge outlined against his dark jeans. Her heart thudded a desperate beat, a wild drumming that pounded through her clit.

“I do have a lot of hair,” she conceded. “It’s thick and wild and isn’t very tamable. My eyes are too big for my face. My lips are too much. If I wear lipstick, especially a bright color, I look…” She broke off abruptly.

Sometimes when she was alone at night, she applied a bright red lipstick and wore the only club outfit she had, which she would never dare to wear in public. She would stand far back from the mirror and walk slowly toward it. She turned even redder thinking about how she performed in front of the mirror. She loved to dance. Loved dancing. It was right up there with reading.


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