His Beauty Read Online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
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Don’t think.

Don’t think.

“Would you have left your sister to pay her debt?”

“I should have,” she said.

“Ah, so you’re questioning what you’re doing right now?”

“I questioned it the moment I heard you banging on the door. Why lend someone money you know they couldn’t pay back?”

“I’m not about rules. They ask for the money, I give it to them, and then I make collections. I don’t even demand it straight away. Rose had been given three warnings, and I did tell her I’d be coming to collect.”

“You think it’s good what you do?” she asked. “You mentioned earlier about helping people buy a new car or a luxury vacation. The people I saw tonight were gamblers, drug dealers, and desperate. Does it help you sleep easier pretending that you’re doing a good service?”

The elevator doors pinged open, and she let out a gasp as he dragged her along the dark corridor. He didn’t let her go as he pushed in his key, typing in a code, and then they were in his apartment.

He closed the door, keyed in the code, and she growled. “Just let me go.”

“Certainly.”

He let go of her arm and lifted her up, putting her over his shoulder. She let out a scream as he slapped her ass.

“Put me down.”

Slap.

Her face was bright red as she glared at his butt. She couldn’t resist landing a swat of her own, but he wouldn’t allow her to get away with that.

He hit her again, and she growled.

“Stop hitting me.”

Damon slapped her ass with a chuckle. “This body is mine, remember. You don’t get to tell me what to do with it.”

“It’s my body!”

“Not anymore. You signed that right away the moment you became mine.”

He kicked a door open, and within seconds she was thrown onto a bed. Lifting up, she glared at him.

Damon was already removing his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt.

Her eyes went wide; she knew they did.

This wasn’t happening.

Crap.

“Strip.”

“Are you kidding me? I’m not stripping.”

“A deal’s a deal.” He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. “I make the call and your sister is dealing with a broken leg to go with the arm.”

“How can she even earn you money back if you injure her?”

“Last time I checked a woman could still spread her legs or at the least, offer up her asshole or mouth.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“And five … four …”

She wanted to throw something at him. To curse. To spit. To do anything but instead, she didn’t want to test him, so she grabbed her shirt, lifting it up over her head and tossing it in his face. He didn’t catch it in time.

In the next second, she pushed down her shorts so she stood before him naked. She’d already dropped her sneakers after he threw her over his shoulder on the way to his bedroom.

She stood tall, refusing to back down.

Damon lowered the shirt, and he had that smirk which she related to him more and more. His gaze went from her face down her body, then back up again, lingering on her tits.

“Damn, I knew you were going to be fucking fantastic, but I didn’t realize how much.” He licked his lips.

The brush of his tongue had her body tightening, and she didn’t like it.

She didn’t want to be attracted to this asshole, and that was exactly what he was. She’d been curvy for some time. Ever since her … accident.

Her parents were convinced it was an accident whereas she never had been. It was one of the reasons why, even though she loved her sister, she couldn’t help but think Rose had hurt her on purpose.

Still, that was for another time and another place.

She observed the man in front of her, waiting to see what he’d do.

Meghan didn’t have to wait long as he was naked within a few minutes. She tried not to admire him as he peeled away his clothing to reveal his naked body, but that was so hard to do. He was incredible, all hard, inked muscles. From the first glance they all looked like tribal tattoos that graced down his arms and across his chest.

He moved toward her, and she’d been so busy staring at him, she didn’t take a step back or think to let up. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer, and before she knew what was happening, his lips were on hers.

She expected to be repulsed by his touch, to not want him anywhere near her, and yet, the kiss seemed to set something off within her brain. She didn’t want him to stop, and as she moaned against his lips, hunger filled her.

It wasn’t like she’d never been kissed before; she had.

This wasn’t just a couple of teenagers kissing though or a quick peck on the lips after a decent date. This was so much more.


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