Reign of Freedom (Corium University Trilogy #5) Read Online J.L. Beck, Cassandra Hallman

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Dark, Mafia, Romance, Taboo Tags Authors: , Series: Corium University Trilogy Series by J.L. Beck
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Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 104239 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
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“What the fuck, Delilah?”

That voice. I know that voice. It’s deep and rich like sin dipped in honey. I look up at the man standing in front of me. Lucas. A shiver ripples down my spine. He’s here. He came for me, but my next question is why?

“What the hell are you doing?” he growls, his voice deeper with each word he speaks.

My carefully constructed facade of strength dissolves into thin air. “I-I… I can’t believe you’re here.” I try to hide the wobble in my voice, but it’s no good. Lucas can see right through me, see all the broken, jagged pieces.

“Who else would be here?” he questions, almost jealously, as he uses his foot to kick the door closed. He releases my wrist, takes the lamp from my grasp, and walks across the room, returning it to the nightstand. I’m still standing there, flabbergasted by his presence.

“How? How did you find me?” I shake my head in disbelief, waiting to be woken from a dream.

“It wasn’t hard, and it doesn’t matter. Not really. What matters is getting you out of here.”

I perk up immediately. “Out of here? What do you mean?”

“I mean, you’re leaving this place.”

My mouth pops open, and now I’m not only shocked he’s here, but I’m shocked that he came for me. Everything that happened between us, what he did. I should hate him, and a little part of me does, but the other parts of me, the ones that know he cares—because why else would he be here?—don’t. “Right now?”

Lucas shakes his head. “No, not yet. I’m going to devise a plan to get you out of here, and then I’ll come back for you. I’ll do my best to work quickly, but I don’t know how long it’ll take.”

I frown, though thankful he even came. Still, I’m terrified of what will happen when he walks out that door. This is a whorehouse, and I’m trapped here, forced to work or endure god knows what.

“Lucas…” My lip trembles, and I’ve never felt so weak before. I don’t want him to see me like this. I need to be strong, but even the strong can only be that way for so long. “They want me to sleep with other men. I don’t think I can do it.” I’m on the verge of tears all over again.

In a flash, he’s on me, his fingers thread through my hair, and he pulls my head back, aligning our faces. His blue eyes are icy, and the fury in their depths makes it hard for me to breathe. I’ve never seen him like this, so… jealous.

“No one will touch you. I’ll make certain of it.” He hisses through his teeth moments before he crashes his lips to mine. His mouth is hot against mine, and his tongue exploring mine is even hotter. The kiss isn’t sweet or gentle. No, there is none of that. It’s passion and fire; it’s him saying he owns me without saying it.

He walks me backward until my legs bump into the bed, and I’m pushed onto the mattress.

“Why don’t we take your mind off things? I paid to have you all night,” he teases, unbuttoning his shirt slowly. “Am I going to get my money’s worth?”

My mouth is so dry that all I can do is nod as I unbutton my jeans with trembling fingers. Now I do wish I had worn the dress. Lucas helps me out of my pants before pulling the rest of his clothes off.

I watch in awe as his muscular, tattooed body comes into view. He might be twice my age, but he’s in better shape than most men I know. His fingers wrap around my ankles, and with one harsh tug, he pulls me to the edge of the bed, forcing my legs apart.

His display of strength is a sudden reminder of how much stronger he is and that he has used that strength against me. A memory of being locked in the cell flashes over my eyes. The way he held me down, forcing himself inside my ass. The pain. The loneliness after.

“What’s wrong?” His concerned tone brings me back to the present, but the icky feeling of what he did to me remains.

“I-I…” I don’t want to ruin the moment, but I can’t just forget what he did to me either. “I just remembered the last time we…” I trail off. The last time we had sex doesn't seem like the right phrase to use.

Lucas’s face falls, and his eyes turn rueful, but I doubt there will be an apology. Not that a sorry would make things better.

“That won’t happen again. Right now, I want to make you feel good and take your mind off this mess. You’ll just have to trust me. Close your eyes and let me make you come so hard you’ll forget where you are for the rest of the night.”


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