Hating You Read online J.L. Beck, Cassandra Hallman (Blackthorn Elite #1)

Categories Genre: Dark, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Blackthorn Elite Series by J.L. Beck
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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
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“Willow, fancy seeing you here,” he greets, showing only a little bit of shock as he takes the chair next to me. Everything about him makes me anxious.

Without even knowing what he’s up to, I want to distance myself from him. Sitting down, he scoots even closer, so close that his thigh is touching mine. Instinctively, I slide away from him, and all the way to the corner of the table. The only reason I don’t scoot around the corner is the fact that Parker is sitting on that side. No matter the way I go, I’m screwed, so I’ll pick the least venomous of snakes.

“Hi, Nate,” I mumble and flip open my textbook. He drapes his thick arm over the back of my chair, and it takes everything in me not to recoil. I don’t know what it is about him, but I just can’t stand him. Something about his presence leaves me feeling sick. When I glance up from my book, I find Parker staring at me, a prying look in his eyes. He doesn’t seem to care about Nate sitting next to me, but he doesn’t seem to like it either.

Pushing all the thoughts that circle these guys away, I try to concentrate on the assignment, but Nate’s closeness has me on edge, even more so than Parker and Warren combined.

When the class is finally over, I can’t stuff my book into my bag quick enough. Shoving it inside, I move to shove off my chair, but I’m stopped by Nate, who rests his hand on my arm. His touch burns through my skin, and while it isn’t hurtful, I know it can be, will be. Nate doesn’t just threaten. He follows through.

“Where are you going in such a rush, sweet cheeks.”

“To another class,” I lie, stopping my lip from wobbling, “let go of me, unlike you, I don’t want to be late.”

“You don’t have another class today,” Parker pipes up with a growl, “I got your class schedule, so I know you are lying. Of course, that’s nothing new to you, right? Lying is your thing, after all.” Nevermind the fact that he called me a liar for the hundredth time, he’s now taken things to a whole new level.

“Why the hell do you have my class schedule?”

“I don’t like surprises,” he shrugs, and the dark hue of his eyes seems to lighten. “Why don’t we stay here and go over the assignment again. Nate doesn’t know which section he needs to do.” I shake my head in response. I’m not stupid. I wouldn’t stay here alone with Parker, let alone the three of them. It’s not going to happen.

All is well until I try to get up again, and Nate tightens his grip.

“You’re hurting me,” I grit out as his meaty fingers dig into my skin with a bite.

“Behave, and I won’t hurt you,” he tells me in a low voice so only we can hear.

I look around the mostly cleared out room. Two other students and the professor are the only people left, and even they are heading for the door now. For a moment, I actually think about screaming or at least asking Dr. Dawson for help, but then again, what is he going to do? Not even the police were willing to help me. No one is brave enough to stand up to the Rothschilds.

I do my best to swallow down my fear because the last thing I want them to know is that I’m truly terrified because then, like sharks in blood infested waters, they’ll attack.

The professor doesn’t even look back as he pulls the door closed behind him, leaving me alone with Parker, Warren, and Nate.

Alone in this room, I feel like a helpless lamb that’s been led into the lion’s den.

Question is; which lion from their pack will strike first?

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Parker

Strong. Fragile. Beautiful. Willow’s fear is intoxicating, especially as she does her best to hide it. The air is thick between us, tensions so high, I’m sure everybody in class could feel it.

We’re alone in the room now. Only Willow, Warren, Nate, and I left. Thoughts of what we could do to her run wild in my mind. Every one of them pumping blood straight to my dick. I could strip her bare, taunt her, taste her, mark her beautiful skin…

Nate licks his lips, and I catch his eyes roaming down Willow’s body. I’ll bet he’s thinking of a million different things he can do to her. Not today. Not ever. He reaches out for her, and she jerks away, wincing when his fingers sink deeper into her snowy flesh. My jaw aches as my molars grind together.

“Don’t bruise her skin,” I order, “I’m the only one who gets to mark her.”

“What do you want?” Willow growls at me, baring her teeth like she is trying to intimidate me. She doesn’t seem to notice that I’ve just taken a step to protect her and instead turns her anger on me.


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