Bred by the Bully – Breeding Season Read Online Sam Crescent, Stacey Espino

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 42707 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
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He had an insatiable appetite, and he’d been anticipating claiming Mira for some time.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

He lifted his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean, tasting her. Stepping back, he kept his gaze on her.

His cock pressed against the front of his pants, and it fucking hurt. He wasn’t a small man, but years of restraint and control made him sit down. “I proved a point. You want me, and I’m saying you can have me, but it comes with a price. Everything in life has a price.”

“My freedom for my brother’s?”

“And he’s getting a lot more than others would give him, believe me. I’m being more than generous.”

“You’re asking me to bind myself to you for life. There’s no way in hell I’d give you a child and leave it.”

“Do you think I expect only one child from you?” he asked. “I want four at least.” He intended to bind Mira to him in every single way.

The girl he remembered at school was just as passionate now. He had to wait, to bide his time, but he could have her. He was the one with all the power. She would have no choice but to bend to his will, and fuck if that didn’t turn him on even more.

He wanted her more than anything else in the world. Being close to her only served to remind him of all that he wanted.

Clasping his fingers together, he waited as she struggled to compose herself.

She tried to close her jacket, but the wet stain he’d left from his mouth was still visible on her shirt.

“When?” she asked.

“Excuse me?”

“When do you want me to start?”

“Immediately.”

“Do I get a chance to think this over?”

“With every hour you take, the higher the debts are. Like I said, Nigel owes a hell of a lot of money.”

She rubbed at her temple and he saw how pale she looked.

He opened the top drawer of his desk, removed two pain pills, and then grabbed a bottle of water from his fridge. He offered them to her.

“What are they?” she asked.

“The legal kind of painkiller. It will help your headache.”

“How did you know?”

“I know a lot, Mira. I know you’re desperate. I know you want to find anyone else but me to save your brother. You also know that at the cost of your body and your womb, you’re going to give yourself to me.”

“You’re so sure of everything. Why didn’t you just take it?” she asked.

“There is a condition with all of this,” Drake said.

“More conditions?”

Drake smiled. “I’m a businessman.”

“Tell me,” she said.

“I expect you to be willing.”

“What?”

“You heard me. I expect you to come to my bed as a willing participant. I don’t want a corpse in my bed, and I don’t do rape. You will come to bed and play just as I will. Anything less and your brother’s life ends.” This was enough for today. He checked the time even though he didn’t have another meeting, but he needed Mira desperate.

He’d wait for an answer, but they both knew what it was going to be.

Chapter Two

“You have no idea the position you’ve put me in.” Mira had been ranting for the past half hour. She’d stopped by her brother’s apartment once he got home from the hospital. It was hard getting mad when both his legs were in casts. He looked so pathetic and helpless.

But she managed.

“Forget him. I’ll figure things out.”

“No, Nigel. That’s not how any of this works. Drake told me everything. I know everything!”

Her brother rubbed both hands down his face. “I’m sorry, Mira.”

“You’re sorry? What happened to you, Nigel? I get you’re upset about Dad, but what about his legacy? Don’t you even care about the shop? About me?”

“I got in over my head. I’ve got a problem.”

She scoffed. “You’re telling me. Now I have to live in that sociopath’s bed and pump out his kids just to save your ass.”

“Mira—”

“Don’t, Nigel. No more talking. We’re out of options and you know it.” She ran a hand through her hair as she paced in front of him. The doorbell sounded.

“Who’s that?”

“The hospital sent me a Personal Support Worker for a few hours a day. I can’t do anything with these.” He pointed to the two big white casts from his seat in the borrowed wheelchair.

She needed to get out of there. As furious as she was with Nigel, she didn’t want to hinder his recovery. And she couldn’t stop obsessing over Drake’s unorthodox offer.

“I’ll check on you later. Don’t do anything else stupid,” she said before leaving his apartment. She passed the PSW on her way to the elevator.

Her cell phone rang soon after she got in her car. It was Drake again. She’d been ignoring his calls the past two days. Her mind was a mess. He represented years of bad memories when they were in school together. All that couldn’t just be forgotten and wiped out. On the other hand, she was undeniably attracted to Drake—every single thing about him. Part of her wanted to tell him to shove his offer and the other part wanted to sign on the dotted line, and it had nothing to do with Nigel.


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