Pregnant by the Badboy – Bred on Purpose Read Online ChaShiree M

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 40403 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
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“Why don't you get out here and you can go inside those doors. I will pull your car into the bay.” Nodding, I hop out, my hand consciously on the back of my skirt knowing it can fly up when I jump. I look around a moment, noticing there are no other cars but one Jeep in the lot and it looks really deserted. Now I am feeling like the dumb girl in a scary movie. “Uh hello.” I call out hoping like hell I didn't just enter a house of wax or something.

“Be right there.” I hear from somewhere in the back. My shoulders sag a bit so happy someone else is here. Waiting, I walk around the lobby area looking at the pictures of different cars on the wall. One of the walls has a man in the shop uniform with his arm around a younger version of himself.

“Can I help you little girl?” Turning like I just got caught doing something bad, my wet ponytail whips behind me and my already cold cheeks begin to heat up.

“Little girl?” Is what I choose to focus on, definitely not the fact that the moment I turn to face him my entire body begin to shake. I recognize him immediately as the younger guy in the picture, but it doesn't do him justice. This man, and I use that term deliberately because I can tell he is not to much older than me, but something about the way he is built, imagine a younger Cole Hauser but with almost as much mass, covered in grease in a gray jumpsuit, but with the greenest eyes you have ever seen.

“Well you definitely ain't no big girl.” he says, walking further into the room. My body is still coming unglued but something about him calling me little lites a fire under my sassy dome, as my momma calls it. Crossing my arms I tilt my head and give him my meanest look.

“I will have you know I will be eighteen in three days.” I smirk like I just told him off, but the smirk he gives me tells me I am way off base.

“That’s good to know, little one. Now what’s wrong with your car?” I swallow when he moves closer to me, my hands at my side twitching, itching to dig into his dirty hair. I blink a few times, shocked by my own reaction to him and unsure what to do so I just answer him.

“I blew a tire.” I can’t help licking my lips when the word ‘blew’ falls from my mouth. Inexplicably I have a vision of him blowing inside of me in all ways you can imagine and a loud gasp falls from my mouth. His eyes fire up like brake fluid on fire and his jaw clenches. He moves so quick I barely get a second to think before he has me against the wall, his arms braced on either side of me.

“Have you ever heard of Little Red Riding Hood, little girl?” Unable to say anything I simply nod my head, my body swaying slightly his scent, a mixture of sweat and something thick and suffocating filling my lungs and making me faint. “Then you should know better than to peek that tiny pink tongue out at the wolf and not expect to get eaten.” he growls into my ear. Sweet Jesus he is not touching me, but as his nose runs up the length of my neck, I can feel him like he is.

“I…” I try to talk but all that leaves my dry throat is a whine.

“Fucking shit. How is it possible someone let you out of the house looking like a dicktease trying to get plowed in the middle of the night?” Oh God. My knees are shaking and my stomach is in knots, twisting inside out trying to reach for this feeling I have never been close to. “What’s your name, little one?” Our noses are a whiff of air apart but I swear he is running his hands down my body. “I know, baby. I can feel it too. Tell me. Tell me your name.”

“Mila.” I whisper, swallowing again.

“You got a man Mila?”

“N-no.” He growls something that sounds like thank fuck before he touches my skirt. The heat from his hands travel underneath it to my querying pulsing clit and I bite my lip to stop from begging him to touch it and make it stop.

“You do now little one. Your man’s name is Jacob and I will be at your house in three days to take you out for your birthday. Nod your head yes.” It's like he has a puppet string and I am helpless to do anything but as he tells me too. “Good girl. Now go take that jailbait pussy to the other side of the lobby so I don’t smell it while I am working on your car. Give me your phone.” I hand him the phone, a little annoyed when he uses my thumb to unlock it before putting his number in it as; My husband. He calls himself and then walks away from me.


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