Disclaim (Deliver #3) Read Online Pam Godwin

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, BDSM, Crime, Dark, Erotic, Mafia, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Deliver Series by Pam Godwin
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Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 96167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
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As if she’d have a choice. She wasn’t naïve. She could be raped, mutilated, then killed. But she wouldn’t let fear put the brakes on this plan. At that very moment, there were girls, trapped and alone, suffering the exact things Liv outlined.

“Maybe so.” Liv stroked a finger along Camila’s hairline, her gaze following the movement. “But I can’t let you return to that life.”

“I can’t let other girls—other people’s daughters—endure that life without doing something about it. I’m not asking for your permission.”

Liv closed her eyes. When she opened them, her resigned expression said she wouldn’t fight this. Nor would she support it.

“Your daughter is waiting for you.” Camila stepped back. “Go home. Keep her safe.”

Closing the gap, Liv framed Camila’s face with her hands and touched their foreheads together. With a brush of lips, she delivered a kiss, closed-mouthed but no less penetrating. “You will come back.”

With that, she left. Josh lifted Camila in a rib-breaking hug then followed Liv out, leaving Camila alone with Van, Amber, and Tate.

“Liv’s right,” Van said after a long period of silence. “You survived me, but I’m not them.”

“So you won’t help me?” Her stomach knotted.

She’d chased this trafficking operation for four years, and this was the first time she’d petitioned Van for help—beyond his financial support and the use of his home. She needed him now to deliver her into hell, because he was the only one who could.

“I know you’re not them.” She approached him, hands at her sides.

He leaned back on the couch, his eyes flinty and cold as he stroked Amber’s hair.

“I also know,” Camila said through a dry throat, “you have the grit to drag me in there by my hair, force me to my knees, and leave me there without a backward glance.”

Tate turned from the window, devastation rumpling his handsome face.

She would’ve rather asked him to play the part of the asshole slave trader. He might’ve been able to pull it off. Right up until it came time to leave her.

“Let’s say I can fill that role.” Van dug through his pockets and paused when Amber held up a toothpick. He bit it out of her hand, rolled it to the corner of his mouth, and looked at Camila. “You’re not a virgin.”

Her mouth fell open. “What? How would—?”

“I was trained to spot these things, and you…” He waved an arm, gesturing up and down her body. “You’re like a walking advertisement for fluid exchange. Hungry flesh and—”

“Van, take it down a notch.” Amber smacked away his waving hand and turned to Camila. “What he means is you radiate sex. It’s beautiful, really, how comfortable you are with your body and sexual appetites. You wouldn’t be that way if you hadn’t experienced pleasure with another—on your terms.”

Okaaaay. That was weird and intrusive and… Good God, was she that transparent? She locked down her muscles, trying to shut off any and all sexual oozing. But now she was hyper-aware, and the heat of Tate’s gaze roaming over her tight tank top wasn’t helping.

“Whether your experiences were good or bad,” Amber said, “you long for more. I can tell because your hunger, it…it sensualizes the way you carry yourself and how you interact with people. Like him.”

She followed Amber’s gaze to Tate.

Confusion stormed across his face as he stared at her. Had he assumed she was a virgin? She’d confessed her desires to him, but she never told him about the long line of nameless men, the years of meaningless sex, all her failed attempts to find something or someone that would touch the places inside her she couldn’t feel anymore.

Camila refocused on Van. “So you have virgin radar. Congratulations. But it’s been a long time since I’ve had sex.” She’d given up on one-night stands over four years ago.

“Your hymen doesn’t grow back, girl.” Van smirked around the toothpick. “They’ll check.”

“You didn’t.”

“I didn’t have to.”

Right. All he’d had to do was beat her into submission. But none of that mattered. The purpose of this tangent was to make a point, one Van had walked right into.

“When they check me”—she hid her disgust beneath a lazy shrug—“they won’t be able to sell me off.”

“They’ll kill you.” Van grinned, the fucker.

“They’ll keep her.” Tate rubbed the back of his head. “That’s her plan.”

“Bingo.” She sat on the arm of the love seat. “They won’t kill me, because I have a working vagina, and I’m not ugly.”

“You’re gorgeous,” Amber said with a small smile.

“Thanks. So they’ll take me to the head asshole. I’ll cry and beg for my life. Of course, that’ll just turn him on. He’ll try to fuck me and…” She looked at Van, his gaze bright with curiosity. “I’m not the same girl I was in that attic.”

“I know.”

Was that pride in his voice?

She’d spent the past ten years in dojos, learning how to use her body like a weapon. “I may not be able to defend myself against a gang bang, but I know how to unman a dick when it’s between my legs.”


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