Hurting You Read online J.L. Beck, Cassandra Hallman (Blackthorn Elite #3)

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Dark, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Blackthorn Elite Series by J.L. Beck
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Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 67362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
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“I’m starting to think you like getting your pussy slapped. Do you understand?” Easton asks one last time.

“Yes, yes…” Stella answers completely out of breath. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, drawing my attention back to her tits. I want to fuck them, suck them. I can see the juices of her arousal dripping down her thighs. Is he going to leave her like this?

“Good.” He moves away from the bed, and I can practically see the fire forming in her eyes. It flickers, fanning the flames of anger. He is. He’s leaving her panting, writhing with need. “And if you touch yourself or get yourself off, we will know, and it won’t end well for you. I’ll draw out your next orgasm until you’re begging, crying, pleading with me to make you come.” The warning is clear. Touch yourself, and you’ll regret it.

Easton gets dressed, and I toss the washcloth onto the mattress beside her, afraid that if I go to her, I’ll be tempted to ease her pain.

“Be a good girl and stay on the bed. Sleep, because when we get back in a couple of hours, you’ll need your strength,” I tell her, turn around and walk out of the room. The image of her completely naked, bare, and dripping with come will stay etched into the darkest parts of my mind for a very long time.

Classes drag on, and all I want to do is get back to our place and fuck Stella all over again. Even as innocent as she is, I know there is a darkness lingering somewhere inside. A piece that begs to be fucked and consumed by Easton and me.

I want to draw that darkness out, but just a little, we have to take special care with her, so we don’t dull out her light in the process.

When the professor finally dismisses us, Easton and I are the first ones out of the class. Without saying anything, I know he is thinking what I am thinking. Get home as soon as possible. Knowing that she is waiting for us, still naked, sprawled out on Easton’s bed is giving me a permanent hard-on. I need to get home, and I need to do that fast.

As soon as we get to the car, I notice something is on the windshield, but I need to actually walk around to be able to see what it is. Stepping to the front of the car, I curse under my breath when I see the bright red lettering on the glass. Immediately, I look around, scanning for someone who could have done it.

“Fuck,” Easton murmurs when he sees it too. “I don’t think anyone has seen this. Let’s go before someone does.”

We both hurry, I get into the driver’s seat and turn the car on. Right away, I use the windshield wipers to wipe away the writing. I know what you did to James.

“Who the fuck knows about that? The only other person besides us is...” Easton trails off.

“She wouldn’t have. She’s too scared of us.”

“Is she?” Easton’s question has me wondering. Shit, I don’t want to think about it. If Stella betrayed us like that… I don’t know what I would do. I don’t know if I could hurt her now, not after what happened this morning.

“Let’s not jump to conclusions. We’ll go home and ask her. Then we’ll figure it out,” I say, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter.

The normal five-minute drive feels like five hours, and when I finally pull into the driveway, I sigh in relief. I kill the engine, and we both jump out of the car. Walking into the house, a dread settles deep into my bones. What if she told someone? What choice do we have besides hurting her?

With Easton right on my heels, we head to his room. I push the door open and come to a sudden halt. My eyes scan the room frantically, willing her to appear. No!

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Easton growls beside me.

She’s gone. She fucking left. She betrayed us.

15

Stella

I climb off the bus and hurry down the sidewalk toward the hospital they’ve temporarily put Grams in. I don’t know exactly what’s wrong, but the nurse who called me sounded distraught. All she said was that Grams was crying and asking for me. I had never gotten dressed so quickly in my life. Leaving Cameron and Easton’s house without telling them might come back to bite me in the ass later, but I can’t think about that right now. I just need to see my grams, to make sure she is okay.

Walking through the spinning doors, I sprint to the front desk and ask to be taken to my grandma. She is in the closed wing of the hospital, a part that you need a code to get in. The lady at the front desk calls someone to pick me up, and I wait impatiently for that person to come.


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