Primal – Heathens Hollow Read Online Alta Hensley

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Taboo Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
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That very woman stands against the wall of the precinct, arms crossed over her chest. The bruises and cuts on her face and neck have not faded completely. They still peek out from behind her makeup if I look hard enough. Fiora doesn’t let that stop her. She’s a bombshell in her skintight black dress, standing between unwashed criminals and whispering cops. If she hears their bullshit or sees their furious glares, it doesn’t show.

When she sees me, she removes her sunglasses and wiggles her fingers in a wave.

“Nice to see you. Finally.”

“How long have you been waiting for me?” One of the criminals looks over and checks Fiora out. As I walk by, my hand accidentally smacks him across the side of his head. He yells from behind me, but I ignore it and hold out my arm.

“Way too long,” she mutters and takes my arm, curling into my side. It’s a show of solidarity, but it’s also a shield. Glares and a few heated words follow us out of the precinct. The law might be on our side, but the cops aren’t. “I thought I’d surprise you before my hair appointment to get ready for tonight.”

“There are much better surprises you could give me, Fiora.”

She doesn’t miss a beat when she squeezes my upper arm and murmurs, “If you’re a good boy at the engagement party.”

We stop just outside of her car. The driver opens the back door for her, but Fiora doesn’t climb in. She turns to face me with a wicked smile.

“7PM tonight.”

“At Maxwells,” I confirm. “I’m meeting Soren and Merrick, and we’re heading over there together. We’ll be waiting for you.”

Hector arranged this engagement party for us a few days ago, which I’m sure is not a good sign. The last time he set up a meeting, I was blindsided with an engagement. It’s probably not the best time since the cops are breathing down our necks, but I can’t exactly say no to my future father-in-law.

“Look your best because I will,” Fiora jokes, squeezing my arm. “Now, aren’t you going to send your bride off right?”

I chuckle and jerk her closer, mashing our lips together. She clings to me, fingers digging into my hair, moving her lips against mine. I push her against the side of the car, trapping her there as I ravish her mouth with my teeth and tongue. God, I can fuck her right here. Throw her up on the car’s trunk and make her scream my name in this parking lot. We’re already on the news, and the cops already hate us, so why not?

Fiora moans against my mouth and shifts so her thigh is against my cock. Based on the way she starts grinding against me, she has the same idea. My cock twitches when she presses just right and whines. Fuck this stupid engagement party. There’s no better way to show Fiora belongs to me than making her show up with my cum in her pussy and my teeth marks all over her neck.

Something vibrates in my pocket, and for a second, I think it’s Fiora. But then it vibrates again, and I curse, pulling away from Fiora to check. She grunts and keeps hold on my shirt, eyes clearly telling me to deal with it quickly.

Only, when I see my father’s name on the screen, I know this won’t be quick at all.

“Go to your hair appointment,” I say gruffly, reluctantly prying myself from her. “We’ll continue this later.”

Fiora looks like she wants to argue, but she swallows with a nod. Once she’s in the back of her car and rolling out of the precinct parking lot, I answer the phone.

“Father.”

“I just got word that they are going to stop pursuing you. Closing the case,” my father says. “Hector seems satisfied that we didn’t have anything to do with the murder of his son, too.”

“Great,” I mutter. “Maybe we can all move the fuck on now.”

“I still think the marriage to a Godwin is a good idea. Even though technically you don’t need to do it to prove we didn’t have anything to do with his death, and Fiora is not in danger. But I still feel⁠—”

“I’m marrying Fiora,” I interrupt, “because I want to. This isn’t even open for debate or discussion.”

Chapter 42

Fiora

The restaurant is overflowing with people I know and way too many I don’t.

This engagement party was my father’s idea, a way to put the whole Marco situation behind us and show people nothing can stop the Godwins. Something to celebrate after a long time of death and darkness.

Being a Godwin often means death and darkness, which is now something I’ve experienced firsthand, although Braken has promised me over and over that nothing like this will ever come near me again. And due to his overprotective nature, and that Soren and Merrick have barely left my side since the incident, I don’t doubt I will forever be safe.


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