Ruin & Rule (Pure Corruption MC #1) Read Online Pepper Winters

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Biker, Dark, Erotic, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Pure Corruption MC Series by Pepper Winters
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Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 148238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
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I couldn’t look away. I couldn’t do anything but give in to the power sparking and arching and making me feel alive even while I felt completely empty. Empty of thoughts, of memories, of histories that could ruin what I’d found in the most unlikely of places.

His chest rose as deep-seated attraction and animalistic control entered his eyes.

I wanted to be alone with him. I needed to be alone with him.

He snatched his fingers from mine, smashing through the tender bridge we’d built.

“Take the damn money.” His face whitened, the cuts from last night standing out brightly.

Money?

I struggled to remember what we were talking about.

Swallowing hard, I murmured, “If I take it, I’ll pay you back.”

I didn’t want to owe him—no matter that it was just a simple thing, I had no intention of being in his debt.

He smiled, half cold, half full of pity. “Of course, you will. You’ll pay me back when I sell you.” Glancing around the store, he towered over me, dropping his voice to a whisper, “Your body will pay me back a thousandfold. Your obedience will pay me back for the small investment I’m making into your appearance.”

My heart shattered.

My stomach dropped.

All softness and attraction disappeared.

Sell me.

He’d been deliberately cruel to remind me. Not that I’d forgotten, but I’d hoped that time would grant me mercy—that it would…

What? Make him fall in love with you?

I lowered my head, all happiness at being with him dissolving.

Then anger shot through my veins, granting terrible recklessness. I scrunched up the money and threw it in his face. He jolted in shock as the bills fluttered down his legs, landing on the grey carpet.

His expression locked into that of sheer anger, hands balling by his side. “Pick. That. Up.”

I stood my ground. “I’m not buying clothes just so you can parade me around and get a better price for your investment.” I hated the wobble in my voice—the pain of knowing he only kept me around because he’d ended up with six girls instead of five. I was collateral. A bonus.

I didn’t want to be there anymore. I wanted to be somewhere quiet, so I could figure out the mess that was my life.

Heaviness settled over my shoulders. “You truly don’t know me—do you?”

He tensed, looking around the store again as if people were eavesdropping on priceless information. “I told you the truth.”

“You’ve never seen me before?”

A flicker of something crossed his face. I pounced on it.

“Last night, when you took my blindfold off—you recognized me. Tell me that wasn’t in my head.”

He gritted his jaw. “I don’t have to tell you a damn thing.”

“Please!” I said, louder than I’d planned. “Please… why did you look at me as if I were…”

A lover you’d lost and found.

He scrubbed a hand over his face, his shoulders bunched. “You really want to know? You’re seriously going to push me—here—in a fucking department store?”

My heartbeat thrummed as I tasted the truth. “Yes. I really want to know—more than anything.”

His entire demeanor shadowed, looking as if he’d stepped out of darkness itself. “You remind me of her. Every time I look at you, I see her. You stab me in the fucking heart every time you look at me with her eyes. My gut twists every time the sun catches her red hair. But it’s a lie. You aren’t her. You could never be her.”

Finally. Truth.

My body trembled in my rush to uncover more. “But I could—don’t you see? What if I am? I’m drawn to you, Arthur. I’m—”

“Don’t use my name.” His face went black. “And you can’t be her. It’s impossible.”

“Why? Tell me why!”

His control snapped and he thundered, “Because she’s dead. Okay? I’ve stood over her tombstone. I’ve read the death report. You. Aren’t. Her. You’re just a horrible fucking reminder of what I’ve lost.”

He ruined me, not with his distraught voice or the agony in his eyes, but with sharp brutal reality. Here was a man drowning for a woman he’d loved so fiercely only for her to die.

He was in love with a ghost.

I wrapped my arms around my chest, holding my bleeding heart together. What could I say?

I’m sorry I look like her?

I’m not sorry I look like her?

I’m sorry she’s dead?

Let me try and take her place?

Nothing would work when I’d successfully stripped away his darkest secret, the one he held so close and guarded.

“How? How did she die?”

His eyes flared wide. “I’m not telling you shit. You aren’t her. You will never be her. You talk differently. You’re burned and tattooed where she was pure, and when I truly look at you, you’re lacking.”

The word destroyed my heart.

“Lacking…” My head hung heavy and dejected.

He sucked in a breath, his booted feet shifting in place as if he wanted to disappear. “I told you not to push me.”


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