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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It makes me jump and struggle purely on reflex, my body bucking until he laughs against my skin. “You can do better than that.” I raise a knee and try to make contact with his balls, but he maneuvers them out of the way before holding my legs in place with one of his. He’s that big and powerful. His presence is like a mountain, and there is no moving a mountain.

And while I struggle, I remember the dried blood all over him that night at Nic and Celia’s.

What if he did that to me? Whatever it took to make the blood flow.

“You’re disappointing me.” He lifts his head before lowering it again, his lips descend on mine, and we struggle until I open my mouth, allowing him entrance. His tongue caresses mine, and I feel his hard cock as he moves his hips, rubbing himself against me.

There must be something wrong with me because the feel of him doesn’t scare me. No, it’s more like fireworks going off in my head—and pulsing all through my body.

My pussy is hot and wet, and every thrust of his tongue makes me wetter. He wants me to fight, but all I want is to give in. To let him take what he wants because it’s what I want, too.

No matter what I’ve told myself, this is all I really want. Dread, fear? I’m too relieved to be getting what I need for any of that to even enter my thoughts.

“What do I have to do?” he pants after breaking the kiss. His eyes are locked with mine, the blue in them dulled out by the inky black center threatening to take over. “Tell me, do I have to hurt you? Will that be enough?”

A moment of silence drags on between us, and then a bubble of laughter escapes him, but it’s not the cheerful kind.

It’s the kind that says I’m a complete psychopath.

“Or maybe that’s what you want? Maybe you like the pain? Maybe you want to see how far you can push me before I fall off the ledge?” He presses against me, and I feel his beast threatening to break free. “Spoiler alert, I’ve already fallen off the cliff edge, baby.”

This time I grit my teeth and do the only thing I can manage in this position. I pick up my foot and bring it down on his as hard as possible.

It couldn’t have hurt too much, but it surprised him enough that his grip on my wrists loosened. I pull them free and start giving him what he wants.

I slap his face, then smack away his hand as he tries to take hold again. When he grabs my wrist, I let him, then pull his hand close to my mouth and bite down on the digits.

“Fuck!” He lets go, and so do I. I catch sight of bright red marks embedded in his skin before he shakes his hand. His psychopath laughter echoes around us.

“All right. So you do have some fight left in you.” He takes me around the waist with one arm and begins pulling me toward the bedroom. My hands and feet are flying. I’m not sure where the hits land, but it doesn’t seem to phase him. He doesn’t even bat an eye or grunt, and it’s terrifying.

Just as we reach the bed, he reaches into the nightstand. I fight harder than ever, screaming now. I’m like an animal, frantic, my voice breaking from the strain, sweat rolling down the back of my neck.

I’m angry and terrified. I want to hurt him. I want him to know what it feels like to be discarded.

“That’s right. Tire yourself out.” He laughs.

I land on the bed with a thud, and not even a second later, he is on top of me. No matter how much I struggle, he still manages to tie my wrists together, almost as if I’m not moving at all.

“I hate you!” I spit the words into the air, and he flips me onto my stomach. I try to push onto my knees, but he shoves me down with a hand to the center of my back.

Then he binds the silk cord to the headboard.

“Hate me all you want, but this ends when I decide,” he snarls into my ear.

My heartbeat skyrockets as I try to fight against the ties. It’s useless, but I don’t want to go down without a fight.

His knuckles drag along my hips as he yanks my leggings down around my knees, followed by my thong. I know he’s going to see what this is doing to me. Even if I don’t want to admit it, even though every part of me hates how he makes me feel when he takes me by the hips and pulls them back, exposing me, I feel the air hit my wet lips. Through this whole thing, I’ve never been more turned on by the man in my entire life.


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