Mine to Cherish – Doubeck Crime Family Read Online J.L. Beck

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Crime, Romance Tags Authors:
Advertisement1

Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 148184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
<<<<92102110111112113114122132>159
Advertisement2


I’m shaking, and I wrap my arms around my middle as if I can keep myself in one piece by sheer force of will alone. “Can you accept that I’ll tell you the truth, but just not now?” I whisper. “I promise to tell you everything but give me a little time to get my bearings.”

It’s stupid because asking him for mercy is like asking the ocean to stop beating at the shoreline.

“Valentina,” he says again, his voice no less of a lightning strike against my skin for the softer tone.

I try to pull away some more, put the width of our very large bed between us, but he doesn’t allow it. His hands are on my arms, dragging me back across the sheets toward him before my feet hit the floor on the other side of the bed.

“I told you before, you won’t run from me. You won’t leave me. And you won’t shut me out…in any way,” he says as his fingers dig into my biceps.

I barely get a second, and I’m tucked into his lap. My legs go around his hips before I can even think about how bad of an idea it is.

“You don’t get to push me away…not when I’ve done everything you’ve asked. I’ve held up this end of our deal, and now it’s your turn. You belong to me,” he hisses. “You are mine and only mine. To protect, to keep, to give away if I so choose. Remember that, Angel. You are mine. Keep pushing me, and I’ll be sure to show you the depths of the ownerships I’ve purchased in blood.”

I swallow hard and tuck my chin. “What do you want from me?”

His fingers lift my face to force our gazes together. “Everything, Valentina Doubeck, everything…and then when you think you’ve given over every inch of yourself, I’ll show you how much more you have to give. How much more I have to take.”

I blink at the force of his words. And the way his voice breaks on the end like he is barely holding himself together.

Even under threat, my body molds to his perfectly, as if I were always meant to be right here, aligned against him. Fit together like two pieces of a cracked and ruined whole.

He slides his hands around to my back, his fingers splaying wide to clutch me tighter against him. At least in this position, he can’t do much to harm the baby or me. Not without warning. It has to be enough.

“I’m not sure where to start,” I whisper, my voice growing stronger with each word. “The beginning is further back than you probably think.”

“Take your time. Neither of us has anywhere to be. Tell me everything,” he orders. And his tone is nothing less than a dictate. One I have no choice but to obey.

I try not to fidget as I begin. “When I was small, life wasn’t so bad. I mean…when my mother was alive. Things at home weren’t awful. Even my father wasn’t the awful man you knew him to be. But everything changed when she died. It was like her death sucked the humanity out of him. Worse, he blamed me for her death even though I’d been caught in the blast as well. I only survived because she shoved me under a piece of furniture to be rescued by the fire department. The moment they handed me over to my father afterward, I knew he would have traded my life for hers in a heartbeat.”

This part isn’t so hard to confess. It’s not a secret my father hated me. He’s known it since we met, and it’s not hard to review the facts of my life.

“Go on,” he prompts.

I shift in his lap, but he drags his hands down to my ass to press my hips into his harder. Not a position that works well for focus. “Anyway, he lost her, and I lost everything. From that moment on, the only family I had was Rose. Her mother died alongside mine, and she came to live with us since her father was already dead too. But that part doesn’t apply to this.”

“This? What’s this?”

I take in a long breath and blow it out. “Do you remember the story I told you about helping my father kill a woman? When I confessed my sins, you absolved me…saying I was nothing more than a child and can’t be held liable for my father’s sins.”

He swallows hard and nods, no doubt seeing the pattern of things now. At the very least, catching a glimpse of what I’m going to confess to him next.

“I’ve blamed myself for that woman’s death every day since I realized what it meant. You were the first person to tell me it wasn’t my fault. I value that…”

“Valentina…” he warns, his jaw clenching tight. “Get on with it and stop dicking around. Say it.”


Advertisement3

<<<<92102110111112113114122132>159

Advertisement4