Hell – Black Heart Romance Read Online J.L. Beck, Cassandra Hallman

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Dark, Kink, Romance Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 59310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
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“Gotcha.” I can only laugh as she struggles in my arms, exhausting herself. The worst thing a person can do is try to use their head as a lever when someone has their arms trapped at their sides. It’s completely pointless, and if a person struggles hard enough, they can knock themselves unconscious. Probably not the optimal result.

That’s exactly what she’s doing now. “That’s right,” I whisper in her ear. “Fight all you want. Maybe it will work this time. Maybe you’ll be able to get away from me.” She squirms harder than ever, but all she manages to do is rub against my cock, which was already semi-hard before I caught up to her. I should pull down her pants and fuck her here and now, in the dirt.

I’m not that crazy. And I don’t much enjoy the idea of getting an infection—who knows what’s out here in these woods? So I settle for wrestling her to the ground and pinning her with one knee on her lower back while she grasps and claws at the dirt.

I can’t explain why this excites me the way it does, knowing I have her helpless and completely at my mercy. Knowing she’s mine. For now, at least. She’s mine and only mine, and nothing she will do can change that.

“Fuck you!” she barks when I reach down to brush her hair away from the side of her face. I only want to see her, to take in the sight of her flushed skin, her wide, fear-filled eyes scanning the area like she is expecting someone else to appear.

“It’s just you and me,” I croon. “You might want to consider speaking to me with respect, considering that there’s no one here to help you, no one to save you. It would be much easier if you go along with it, Rowan.”

She responds by kicking out when I touch her ankle. My grip tightens until she whimpers. “That’s right,” I mutter, binding her ankles together using the rope. “You’re going to figure out who’s in charge. It will go better for you if you treat me with a little respect. Maybe I won’t fuck your ass until it bleeds.”

She tries to scramble away with a high, shrill cry, but it’s no use. I’ve already tied her ankles, and now I flip her onto her back. She punches, slaps, and claws at me, and I have to wonder in the back of my mind how much of this is sincere. Whether she’s fighting for my sake or her own. Regardless of the reason, it’s making me harder than ever.

“Every mark you leave on me will be one more mark I leave on you,” I promise as I bind her wrists. She tries in vain to slip out of the rope as I stand, staring down at her. I could just as easily jerk off now, all over her, but that would ruin the fun. Why go to all the trouble of chasing her down while savoring the anticipation only to spike the ball short of the goal line?

The girl is as light as a feather, so it’s easy to lift her and throw her over my shoulder. I find myself whistling happily as I begin the short walk up to the house. It’s more of a cabin, really, though slightly better outfitted than one. I’m not a caveman, regardless of the fact I’m carrying a woman over my shoulder. I enjoy my comforts.

The anticipation builds the closer I get, and by the time I reach the shallow porch, I’m ready to blow a load in my pants. This is going to be a night worth remembering.

17

Rowan

Fear builds in my gut as the creaking of a door opening meets my ears. I’m breathing hard, my heart galloping in my chest. Yet I don’t give up fighting—not to appease Lucian but because I’m truly afraid. Afraid of what he’s going to do to me next.

I thought the basement in Purgatory was scary. I had no idea an even scarier place existed. At least at the club, there were other people, and I could hold on to the hope that someone would hear my screams.

Out here, there is nothing for miles. Nobody to hear me scream. For all I know, he could kill me and leave my dead body for the animals. No one would ever find me.

There’s not too much I can see, even when Lucian flips the lights on. Just the wood floor and the corners of an armchair, a small table. A bed. Nicer than what I would expect out in the middle of nowhere. Great. I’ll die in a nice bed.

He drops me onto it without warning, and I bounce hard enough to make me bite my tongue. It’s uncomfortable, the way he’s tied me up. He didn’t play nice. My feet are starting to go numb. “Untie my legs, please. It’s too tight.”


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