Nocturnal Flame (Whispering Hollow #2) Read Online Jordan Silver

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Whispering Hollow Series by Jordan Silver
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Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 49826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
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I eased up on my hold around her neck, only then realizing that I’d left off fondling her breast to wrap my hand around her throat. My hips pounded into her loud enough for the sound to carry around the room and the wet sounds her pussy made were just below them.

I knew I’d never fucked anyone this hard and without regard, and a year ago, I would’ve said that she was the least worthy of that treatment, but now. Now I want to punish her until I no longer feel this mix of hate and need every time I think of her. “I'm going to fuck you out of my system if it’s the last thing I do,” I growled the words in her ear before biting into her neck hard while riding my cock deep into her upturned pussy.

She screamed and fainted. I fucked into her one, two, three more times and then offloaded, splashing her cunt walls with my seed that seemed to go on and on. I felt the urge to take her in my arms and fought it, but I wasn’t done with her yet. Not by a long shot.

I gathered up our clothes from the floor and then held out my hand to her, “Come.” That’s when I saw the hickeys all over her chest and down between her thighs. Anger came back hot and fast. “Who the fuck have you been fucking?” She shook her head with that same look of fear on her face.

“You dare? Under my fucking roof?” I picked her up and flung her over my shoulder, not even sure myself what I was going to do to her, but I knew it was bad, it was going to be real bad.

NICK

I walked through the house naked with her slung over my shoulder and headed up the stairs to the master suite. I knew she couldn’t be trusted, but like a fool, I’d fallen for her bullshit again. In the bedroom, I almost came to my senses as I stood next to the bed, looking down on the fresh bedding the staff had put there.

In my head, I tried to remind myself that what she did was none of my business, that I had no right. But fuck that! She’d given me the right a year ago when she batted her lashes at me. When she gave me those come hither looks with those soft, demure smiles that made my dick hard and my heart want in the game.

Now I had that renewed anger mixed with the fresh one and was all but seeing red—disrespectful, disloyal, unfaithful wretch. I sat on the edge of the bed and brought her over my knees with a hand across her back, holding her in place. She tried turning her head to look at me, but I barked at her to turn around.

“I don’t wanna look at your lying ass; keep your head that way. She was shaking in what must’ve been fear, but I was too pissed off to care. So pissed off that I ignored her lies and excuses and turned a deaf ear to her pleas for me to listen, to let her explain.

When I brought my hand down on her ass the first time, I couldn’t tell you why I was doing it if you put a gun to my head. Why am I still angry at her after all this time? Why, after fucking her the way I just did, was my anger even more heated?

Because she’d given me a taste of what could’ve been, of what she’d robbed me of. I spanked her ass red as she cried and tried to escape, but that only made me spank her harder. I stopped when my hands grew tired, my chest heaving with exertion, and looked down at the mess I’d made of her ass.

My hand stung, so I knew she had to be hurting. For some asinine reason, I turned her over in my arms when I heard the first sniffle, and the sight of her tear-filled eyes and wet cheeks made my heart do strange things in my chest, like soften with regret. “What’re you doing to me?” The phrase ‘tied up in knots’ finally had meaning.

I looked down into her amazingly beautiful face asking myself, why her? Why, after all this time, I still can’t get her out of my mind? Ever since the first time I saw her, I’ve been tied up in knots. For the first few weeks after I left, promising never to return, I couldn’t blink without seeing her face in my head.

I’d found it hard to reconcile the two facets of her personality. One, the sweet, innocent beauty that had given me warm, shy smiles, and the other, a manipulative Jezebel who’d seduced my grandfather right down the hall from where I slept. But now she’s looking up at me with those eyes, those same eyes that drew me in before, and I felt myself falling under her spell.


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