Jared’s Evolution Read Online Riley Hart (Jared & Kieran #1)

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Jared & Kieran Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66863 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
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“I’m sorry, Sir,” I told him again. Why was he shunning me so easily? Pushing me away.

“I know you are. I’m sorry too. You need to communicate with me. If you’re going to come, you need to tell me. This is the punishment I’ve decided, so let’s go. Don’t make me say it again.”

“Yes, Sir,” I whispered. Why hadn’t I been able to hold my orgasm off? He’d told me they were his to give.

I stood up and followed Kieran to a room across the hall. It only had a twin bed, dresser, and two nightstands with lamps. It wasn’t nearly as comfortable or homey as Kieran’s room.

“Lie down,” he told me and I did.

“If you need me, I want you to come to me. Don’t try to deal with anything by yourself. If your ass hurts too much or your plug feels like something is wrong, wake me up. I’ll be angrier if you don’t come to me than I will if you do. I can’t take care of you if you shut me out.”

Shut him out? He was the one doing that, not me. “Yes, Sir.” I nodded.

“Good night, boy. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Kieran kissed my head, and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

I couldn’t sleep even though my eyes were heavy. I didn’t like to be alone in this bed. It felt…wrong. I was lost. He was pushing me away when I needed him the most.

Pictures flashed in my mind. I wasn’t in this room anymore. I was fifteen years old and getting sent to my room. Feeling alone and angry while the beginning of the end was happening without my knowledge.

I turned, tried to fight back the memories. The tears. The loss.

I didn’t know how long it took me to get out of the past, how long I lay there tossing and turning before I passed out from sheer mental exhaustion.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

I rolled over in bed. Pain shot through my ass and yesterday came slamming into me, again.

Kieran making me walk around naked. Kieran making me service his cock. Kieran getting angry at me for having an orgasm. His making me call him Sir and clean his house and cook for him.

Kieran spanking me.

Punishing me.

Telling me he was going to put a cage on my cock.

He made me want him in my bed.

Made me feel like I didn’t belong here by myself.

I’d felt wanted, and then he sent me into the other room like a fucking child.

And I hated him for it.

I shoved out of the bed and something shifted in my ass.

The plug. Who did he think he was plugging me all night? Spanking me?

I stormed into his room but he wasn’t there. I grabbed my clothes and went to the bathroom. When I pulled the plug out, my first thought was, empty. How empty I felt without Kieran’s plug in me and wondering if I should have taken it out.

Those thoughts made me hate him more. What I did was my decision, not his.

I jerked my clothes on. Shifted uncomfortably when my jeans rubbed my ass.

Fuck him for hitting me.

When I went back into the bedroom, Kieran was there with those stupid fucking glasses on and his arms crossed.

I tried to walk past him but he said, “Stop,” and damned if my feet didn’t root to the floor.

Hate and anger surged through my chest.

“Fuck you. You don’t tell me what to do. I don’t need this. I don’t want this.”

“Really? Is that how you felt last night?” he asked, his voice calm.

“You’re brainwashing me or something.”

Kieran had the audacity to roll his eyes and laugh at that.

“I didn’t brainwash you into looking up porn and fucking your own ass to it the first night. I didn’t brainwash you into anything that happened afterward. You’re scared of needing this and that’s okay. It’s normal, but don’t put it off on me.”

“Need? I don’t need this shit. It’s sick! I don’t need anything.” I walked toward the bedroom door and Kieran followed behind me. He followed me to the living room. “I have never needed anyone in my life. I took care of myself growing up. I fought for college and I fought for law school. I’m good. I win. I’m being considered for a partnership. I fucking excel at what I do and I did it on my own!”

“And you’re tired of that. You know you are. You’re so tired of being alone.” His voice was soft…understanding.

“No.” I shook my head. I wouldn’t let him trick me into this. Wouldn’t let him try to mold me into what he wanted. “I was horny. I wanted sex. That’s it.”

He rolled his eyes again and I wanted to slap the smug look off his handsome face.

“Take me home.”

“No.”

“Yes!” I growled. “This isn’t me! I don’t need anyone and I sure as hell don’t need you.”


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