Cruel Union (Brutal Universe #1) Read Online Evangeline Anderson

Categories Genre: Alien, Alpha Male, Dark, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors: Series: Brutal Universe Series by Evangeline Anderson
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Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
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But I sensed that for now, the best thing I could do was leave her alone.

I went back to my office to call Drake for an update. I wanted to see if that fucking Skeezix had been caught. The Darkness inside was angry. It had wanted to feed on the feeble human Noble. Having been denied, it hungered for some other prey and the Brute who had attacked my wife would do just fucking fine.

I hoped he had been caught—I wanted to serve out more justice and this time I was going to finish the job.

30

AURORA

I sank into the steaming bath feeling strange and uneasy. On one hand, I liked that Slade had defended my honor—that was the right thing to do in such a situation. But the way he had cut off Hornsby’s fingers so casually was harder to wrap my head around.

Then again, part of me insisted that he deserved it. I couldn’t help remembering the vile things I had overheard Hornsby and his group saying when I was younger that had sealed my opinion of the odious Noble.

I had been helping with the spring cleaning at the time and I was standing behind a long curtain, washing one of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the Great Hall of the palace. A group of Nobles—all male, of course—had come along and happened to stop right in front of the window I was washing. I could hear them speaking and when I peaked through the slit between the curtains, I could see them as well. But they had no idea I was there.

“She smelled like old fish when she spread her legs!” It was Hornsby talking and he waved his hand in front of his face as though trying to get rid of an odor as he spoke. “Even for a commoner, she smelled rank!”

“Probably because she’s had so many cocks in her,” another man—Lord Dysthrop—said. “She’s used goods—used up and disgusting. Her pussy is probably all worn out—all stretched out and saggy!”

This prompted a trollish burst of laughter.

“But she charges so little it’s a bargain,” a third man claimed. “I’ve half a mind to try her, just to see what all the fuss is about.”

“I wager she’s still tight enough for you to get some pleasure,” Hornsby said, shrugging. “You should be fine as long as you hold your nose.”

More laughter followed this which seemed to encourage Hornsby to go on.

“But they all smell, don’t they? The little sluts. It doesn’t matter if they’re commoner or Noble, the smell of cunt is always the same and always disgusting.”

“Speak for yourself, Hornsby,” another Noble, Count Whisty countered. “I’ve been with women who aren’t all that bad.”

Hornsby snorted in derision.

“Hark at Whisty here. No doubt he gets his nose so close to their cunts because he’s tasting them at the time!”

The men laughed again—all except for Count Whisty.

“You take that back, Hornsby!” he demanded. “How dare you accuse me of such a foul practice? I would never put my mouth where only my cock should go!”

“That’s not what I’ve heard.” Hornsby leered at him. “I heard you got one of your maids pregnant but first you licked her cunny hole.”

“I got her pregnant—that’s true enough,” Whisty agreed. “The little slut was asking for it—always bending over around me to poke up the fire or make up the bed. But damned if I would put my tongue in such a foul place! I’d sooner lick the garbage heap or the seat of the servant’s outhouse in the middle of summer.”

“Well, at least the outhouse would smell better!” Hornsby exclaimed and all four of them burst into laughter again.

They moved on a few minutes later, but I remained behind the curtains, feeling hurt and disgusted and attacked though I couldn’t say why. After all, they hadn’t said those nasty things about me—it was some poor peasant girl they’d been talking about.

But they were talking about all women—not just her, I thought to myself. And I wondered—were they right? Did we all stink? Were we all dirty and disgusting?

Every single one of those men seemed to agree that women were unclean and that putting their mouth on a woman’s lady parts was a worse fate than licking a foul, germ ridden garbage heap or an outhouse seat. Therefore it must be so.

I was still quite young and impressionable when I overheard that conversation but it had stayed with me and made me self-conscious ever since. I had been extra certain to keep myself clean after that, sometimes bathing my private areas four and five times a day. Anything to keep from being dirty and disgusting.

That was why it was so difficult for me to believe that Slade really did want to taste me there—to lick my pussy. Because why would he want to put his mouth on such a nasty area? A little voice inside my head kept telling me that he might think that he wanted to do it but once he got between my legs and actually put his mouth and nose near my cunny, he would recoil in disgust.


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