Dark Desire (Dark Brothers #2) Read Online Bella Jewel

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark Tags Authors: Series: Dark Brothers Series by Bella Jewel
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Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 61169 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
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He steps forward and takes my hand, jerking it up to his face where he studies it for a moment, looking for a cut, for something, but I know he’ll find nothing. Then, with a curse, he drops it. “Very well, but you will shower. I won’t have a bleeding woman ruining my satin sheets.”

I’m thankful to Jagger for my quick thinking when it comes to situations like this. Because if it wasn’t for him, I would have panicked and crumbled in a situation like that. Mick turns and walks out, barking an order that I have five minutes and if I try anything, he’ll fuck me even with the blood. When he’s gone, I swallow and quickly strip out of my clothes. I’ll take every chance for these small luxuries that I can get. I study the small cut on my groin area and see it’s bleeding quite a bit, so I press my hand to it for a few moments, trying to slow it down.

I step under the warm water, and it’s only a mild relief to the aches in my body, but it’s better than nothing and I need a minute to gather myself. I have bruises all over me, and even some light scratches on my arms and legs. It has been a rough few days, and because of that, my body is tired and worn. I lean forward and drink as much of the water from the shower as I can, hungrily swallowing it down.

I don’t know when I’ll get some more.

I take the bar of soap and wash my body, paying extra attention to my small wound so I don’t end up with an infection. I have never in my life thought I’d have to resort to these kinds of things, but here I am. I clean myself as best I can, and then step out and dry quickly with the old, faded towel he left for me. I go to pull on my dirty clothes when the door opens. I stand and yank the towel up, gasping as Mick walks in. He stares at me, and a small smile plays around his lips.

He thrusts some clothes at me. “Put them on. You stink.”

Then, he’s gone. Grateful he walked out, I quickly pull on the clothes, worried he might change his mind. I stare at the sanitary pad he put in the pile of clothes. Seriously? The man gave me a pad. I shake my head, completely confused. Is he messing with me? Is he trying to catch me off guard? There must be something wrong with this man because you don’t do things like that for no reason. I take it and hide it in the drawers of the bathroom, right at the back. Then, with a deep, calming breath, I walk out.

Mick is sitting on the bed shirtless. If I wasn’t in the situation I am in, and I was just looking at him from a normal woman’s point of view, I would say he’s a very stunning man. Of course, it doesn’t surprise me that Jagger has stunning parents, considering how gorgeous he is. Mick is muscled and huge, his body is covered in tattoos and for his age, he’s well put together. He knows he’s good looking, and it’s very clear he has used that to his advantage in the past.

He looks up at me, and for a moment, his expression is an exact replica of Jagger’s. It’s that expression he gets right before he kisses me with such intensity that it makes my legs melt. Mick is giving me the same look, though my legs aren’t melting, they’re stiffening and my stomach twists into a thousand tiny knots, because I don’t want him to look at me like that, and I certainly don’t want him to touch me, or kiss me, or do anything to me the way Jagger does. No, I want him to get the hell away from me and never, ever lay his hands on my body.

He stands and walks over, and his eyes rake over the oversized shirt I’ve got on. I might be risking everything, but if he so much as lays a finger on me, I’ll fight. I’ll fight even if it costs me my life, because I’m going to do anything I can to make sure this man never ever gets the satisfaction of getting what he wants. No, he won’t have me. I’ll make sure of it. I’ll find a way.

I must.

“You might get away with sex, Willow, but I will have your mouth tonight.”

No, you fucking won’t.

“I told you what I’d do,” I bite out. “You put anything near my mouth, I promise you that it’ll be the end of it.”

He steps forward and caresses my cheek, almost gently, as if my words simply don’t bother him. I think that scares me more. I almost want him to be mad, to hate me, to want to punish me, because at least then he’s not thinking about sleeping with me. “Now, Willow, don’t be afraid of me. I’m not here to hurt you, I only want to protect you.”


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