Her Monster Read Online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
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Caleb chuckled. “I don’t know. Do you think traitors who sell your secrets deserve to die?”

She didn’t believe in love, and he’d promised her that he couldn’t give it to her, but what if … he wanted both?

“In your world, yes.”

“What?” He turned toward her, aware there was blood on his flesh that had soaked through and dried.

“You don’t live with the same rules as normal people. If you’re threatened, then you have to take action,” she said. “This man, whoever he was, earned his death sentence. In this world and this life, your decisions have consequences. If you let this man live, then he could have killed many more. The men who work for you, people’s families rarely go unscathed by the actions of selfishness.”

Okay, he wasn’t expecting that.

He’d anticipated her upset or her judgment.

Yet, here she stood with a shrug of her shoulders.

“I killed your father.”

“You’ve said that already.”

“You don’t care?”

She shook her head. “Does that make me a bad person because I don’t care? He sold me because he’d taken your money. I’m sure he’d have used me many times over if he could get out of trouble himself.”

“No.”

“I like being around you, Caleb. Being near you.” She stepped close to him. Her hands curled around the back of his neck, gripping him. “I feel something.”

“I don’t do love.”

This made her smile. “I know.” Her gaze dropped to his lips. “I’ve got nowhere else to go.”

“You’re not going anywhere else.”

He cupped her face, his thumb stroking down her face exactly where the scar was. “You became mine, remember? Right now, you’re not exactly helping your cause to get away.”

“I don’t want to leave.”

For several seconds he did nothing but stare at her. The scar seemed more pronounced now than ever before, and he didn’t care. To him, Faith was beautiful with her lack of trust and love in everyone else.

He’d seen his brother fall in love. But the way Hope seemed to draw that emotion out of Beast, he didn’t understand it.

Gripping the back of Faith’s neck, he tilted her head and claimed her lips. She tasted like fucking heaven, and he was a man that didn’t want to let her go, not for a second.

She gasped, her lips opening, and he plunged inside, tasting her. She was so fucking sweet, like a drug that only he was addicted to. Running his hand down her back, he gripped her ripe ass, holding her close.

Lifting up her shirt, he broke from the kiss and began to strip her. The clothes she wore were going to get burned as he wouldn’t risk any traces on her. She didn’t deserve that. Once she was completely naked, he turned on the shower and held her hand.

Helping her inside, he followed her.

Neither of them spoke.

Words were not needed right now.

Grabbing the soap, he lathered up his hands, and staring at her body, he got to work on soaping up his prize. The water from the shower landed on his back. He guarded Faith’s body, starting at her chest.

For the longest time he didn’t touch anywhere intimate, soaping her arms and neck, then her stomach. He couldn’t wait a second longer, so he cupped her tits, holding them up and running his thumbs across each beaded nipple.

She let out a gasp, and he couldn’t resist pinching the hard buds.

Her moans echoed around the bathroom, and he relished each sound. With some soap still on his hands, he lathered up the fine hairs of her pussy, and then knelt down to deal with her legs.

Once he was all done, he stepped behind her and let the water wash away his hard work, the suds slowly going away down the drain.

With his hands on her hips, and the suds gone, he kissed her neck, right over her pulse. Running his hands up her body, he cupped her tits.

“I don’t deserve you.”

She relaxed against him.

“But I’m not going to let you go. I’m keeping you as my prize.”

****

Caleb’s touch was setting her on fire. Faith was so wet, and all he did was touch her breasts and she wanted so much more. He had a day’s worth of stubble around his lips, and the light scratchiness was driving her crazy for his touch.

Reaching behind her, she sank her fingers into his hair, needing him. Both of his hands were working her tits, and it wasn’t enough.

“What do you want?” he asked, breathing the words against her neck.

“You, I want you. I need you.” She didn’t care if she had to beg. She’d willingly do it for him.

“Are you wet for me?”

“Yes.”

One of his hands left her breasts, and he touched between her thighs. She spread herself open, and he slid a finger between her slit. He stroked her clit, and it made her cry out, desperate for more of his touch. Caleb tortured her, though, as he glided down, and even she could tell how wet she was and it had nothing to do with the shower.


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