Distorted Love Read Online T.L. Smith (Dark Intentions Duet #1)

Categories Genre: Dark, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Dark Intentions Duet Series by T.L. Smith
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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
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“Ryken...” she says my name as I slap her ass, then pull her hair again slamming her to me over and over again until her breathing is heavy and her hands are slipping. She’s literally on the edge of the fucking world and if I let her fall...

“You’re a naughty little Barbie,” I whisper as I move faster inside her. She nods her head unable to speak. “And you love it when I fuck you like you’re my Barbie, don’t you. You want me to be your naughty G.I. Joe, don’t you Barbie? While you have your Ken at home.” She doesn’t say a word, so I smack her ass until all I can see is red hand marks. Until all I can see is her.

She comes, all around me.

I come, pulling out I let it spirt all over her ass. Marking and claiming her at the same time. She stays in the same position as I pull my trousers up, then slowly she stands, pulling the little wrap dress around her waist to cover herself.

Her big mocha-colored eyes look at me, and I know she sees it. She sees all the lies and the pain that’s hidden. She always has from the very beginning. She gets in without me giving her permission to enter.

“Ryken...”

I shake my head now I’m fully dressed, like nothing happened. She doesn’t move, stays where she is at the edge of the building, her hands now clenching the stone.

It’s now I realize she’s going to break me.

So I’ll break her first.

“Fuck off, Barbie, don’t find me again.”

Turning and walking away, I hear a faint cry as the door shuts, ending whatever it is that we had.

CONFESSION #6

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It’s been one year since my last confession.”

Pulling a smoke out from my jeans pocket, I place it between my lips. I’m more than a little tempted to light it.

“My time has come to an end, a plan is finally in place.”

I hear the priest sigh when he recognizes my voice, but I step out of the confessional and walk away before he has a chance to offer me absolution.

Chapter 24

Saskia

My year’s been busy, silent but busy. I was officially diagnosed with depression. The pills I was first given made me numb, and I guess that was a good thing at the beginning because I may have broken a good man’s heart. Stiles didn’t believe my words when I said them months ago, and has asked me to come back many times over the months. And even if I fell back once or twice into his bed, I never wanted to return to his heart. Stiles’ heart is reserved for someone who deserves it. And let’s be honest here, clearly I do not.

Yesterday I got an email, to meet with her, or him, which I’m not sure. But I couldn’t say no to seeing either of them. Because believe it or not I’ve missed Livia. I love her just as much as I loved him. So here I am, in a place I don’t know. Expecting to see someone who left me. Both of them broke my heart. Livia may have not realized it but she did too.

My hands run the length of the cold cement wall at the back of the alley. I’m in a place I don’t recognize but I was requested to meet here. Straightening my posture, I brush my fingers through my blonde hair and take another step, one foot in front of the other in my high heels. These things cost me more than a pretty penny with their signature red soles. So here I am because I received an email telling me the location.

It has to be her.

Or so I thought.

It’s been one year since I’ve seen her. Or him for that matter. They ran off together. I loved him as much as I loved her. It wasn’t fair. They broke my heart.

Checking my phone, I pause with one hand on the cement wall and notice I have no reception. Great. Just what I need. Rummaging through my bag, I check for my wallet, and find my pills and bottle of water as well. Hey, at least I have water. If I die today, I’ll be hydrated.

It’s late. My last client was finalized before I left to come here. So, after this, I plan to go and sit in my bath and drink all the fucking wine.

If I make it out alive, that is. Looking up, there’s a white door a short distance away from me. It has a sign hanging from a rusty nail that states ‘Knock Three Times.’ I want to laugh and purposely knock only once, or twice, to be a smart ass. I restrain myself. Instead, I go against my better judgment and knock three times like the sign says.


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