My Dark Desire (Dark Prince Road #2) Read Online L.J. Shen

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark Tags Authors: Series: Dark Prince Road Series by L.J. Shen
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Total pages in book: 166
Estimated words: 169305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 847(@200wpm)___ 677(@250wpm)___ 564(@300wpm)
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“Because I don’t only owe a good marriage to Mom. I owe it to Dad, too.”

“And you’re willing to sacrifice your happiness for your mother’s?”

“Yes,” I said without missing a beat. “I’m used to feeling unhappy. In fact, I’m used to not feeling anything at all. At least Mom still has a shot at happiness.”

Not many things got to me, but those six or so years that Mom had zoned out of life scared the shit out of me. A repeat would ruin her.

Celeste Ayi and I did everything possible to prevent it.

Farrow looked miserable, which made me feel miserable. I loathed that her mood seemed to seep into mine, like we were connected by an invisible chain.

“I can respect that.” She nodded. “All I ever wanted was a family. Somewhere to belong. I can see why you’d make one up, even if it’s not organic.”

Farrow’s chills had graduated to violent shivering. I noticed her teeth chattered, too.

“We should get naked,” I blurted out.

She swatted my chest. “Very convenient.”

I licked my lips. “To prevent pneumonia.”

“I’m not that cold.”

“Well, in that case, do it for me.”

“You want me undressed?”

“I want you any way, anyhow,” I admitted, knowing she’d never misinterpret my intentions for her. “But especially naked, and specifically on top of me.”

She reached for the hem of her hoodie, pulling it off in one go.

And just like that, I went under, drowned by desire.

Zach’s cock shot up at the sight of me without a bra.

My nipples begged for attention, extra taut and sensitive. He ignored them, reclining in his seat, his erection sticking to his thigh through his wet slacks.

He stroked his cock lazily through his pants while his other hand unbuttoned his dress shirt.

I arched my back, shimmying off my jeans to my knees, still maintaining eye contact. “How many?”

His shirt fell open. “How many what?”

He shook the fabric off his shoulders—ripped, bronze, and perfect.

I leaned against the driver’s door and kicked my boots off with my pants, leaving my underwear on, so he could take it off with his teeth. “How many movies have you watched for me?”

Zach toed off his shoes and unbuckled his belt, not taking his eyes off my tits. “Too many.”

Of everyone I’d ever met, no one made me feel as stunning as Zachary Sun did, simply by staring at me the way he stared at me.

In fact, he was the first man to make me feel beautiful.

He pushed off his pants and briefs in one go. His dick sprung out, the shaft as silky as velvet. Thick, long, and complemented by smooth veins and a prominent crown.

The mere sight of it made my mouth water.

Zach tossed his pants to the backseat, his hand halting on something. “What’s this?”

He pulled it from the backseat.

A Chanel shoe box.

Heat shot to my cheeks. “Your gift to me.”

“Part of it,” he corrected, hooking his finger at the bottom of the satin bow and untying it until it loosened into a long cream-white string. “The best part of your gift is yet to come. Put your wrists together and press them to your headrest.”

Normally, I would tell the person asking me to respectfully go fuck himself.

But with Zach, I wanted to relinquish some of my control. Wanted to feel helpless before a man for once in my life. To let go.

He feared touching, so I vowed to let him do all of it.

Slowly, I raised my arms and pressed my wrists to the metal connecting the headrest and the seat. I expected my body to react with something other than anticipation. Fear. Reluctance. Regret.

But it didn’t.

I realized, for the first time, that I trusted Zachary Sun. With my life. With my safety. With my quest for vengeance…

Just not with my heart.

Zach leaned over the center console, fisting the white Chanel ribbon in his hand.

“That’s a good girl.” He tilted the backrest all the way down until I lay almost flat, straddled me with his muscular thighs, and gathered my wrists together, quickly tying me up. “Who knew you could be so obedient when a long, hard cock is your incentive?”

He stole a quick kiss, double and triple knotting my wrists. The dull bite of the satin digging into my skin shot an arrow of adrenaline through my spine.

A rush of liquid heat tickled under my navel, and I knew he’d find my underwear completely drenched. I yanked the restraints, just to test them out, finding myself securely fastened to the seat.

Completely helpless and at his mercy.

I tapered my eyes. “You’re suspiciously good at tying people up.”

“You would be, too, if your best friend constantly finds himself in compromising positions.”

“Oliver?”

“Romeo.”

I bookmarked this conversation for a later time.

This I had to know.

Zach straightened as much as he could in the small car, still straddling me, admiring his handiwork.

He grabbed my chin and tilted my face up so our eyes met. “You’re always beautiful, Farrow Ballantine, but you are especially beautiful when you’re at my mercy.”


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