Ruins of Temptation (Corium University Trilogy #4) Read Online J.L. Beck, Cassandra Hallman

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Corium University Trilogy Series by J.L. Beck
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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
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Collapsing on top of Delilah, I’m vaguely aware of the door slamming shut. It takes me a moment before I catch my breath, and as soon as I do, I bring my lips to her ear.

“You will not talk to him anymore. Do you hear me? You won’t talk to any other man unless I approve.”

Delilah is still panting herself, and I know her heart must be beating out of control like mine when her soft voice meets my ear.

“I understand.”

I’m not sure why exactly I suddenly feel so possessive of her. I just hope she does understand. Because next time I see her with someone, I might kill him.

29

DELILAH

“What kinds of books do you like to read?” Aspen leads the way through the stacks, running her fingers over the spines of countless books that don’t look like anybody’s ever cracked them open. Considering we’re the only people here, it makes sense.

Not the only people, though. Not quite. I have to correct myself when, turning the corner at the end of a row, I spot Quinton sitting at a table. His hands are folded on top, his posture rigid. He’s staring daggers at me, obviously.

But he’s not getting in the way. He hasn’t said a word since accompanying Aspen to the library, where we agreed to meet up today during our free time. I guess I should be grateful for that much.

Still, I get the feeling we have to stay close to where he’s sitting. I can just imagine the conversation they had before this. You can hang out with her, but make sure to stay close to me so I can hear everything you say. He needs to get a life.

She asked me a question, didn’t she? I need to pay attention. “Oh, whatever I can get my hands on. We didn’t have a ton of money for new books, and the library was pretty far away. I was never sure if I’d be able to get back there in time to return the books.”

“That’s tough.”

“Yeah, it was. But when we’d go to thrift stores, I’d always hit up the book donations and grab everything that looked interesting.”

“Favorite genre?”

She’s such a goddamn nerd. I like reading, but I don’t get all starry-eyed over it like she does. “I don’t know. I liked romances, mysteries, and thrillers. When I was younger, I read all the Nancy Drew books.”

“Me, too!” Oh, goody, we have something else in common. “Brittney has the complete set here. Hardy Boys, too. I didn’t think anybody else read them since they’re so old.”

“I think my aunt had an old copy lying around from years ago, and that’s what got me into them. I’m pretty sure I was the only kid I knew who read them.”

“Same here.” She pulls out a thick, heavy book. “I like history, too. But only if it’s not too dry and boring. Some authors know how to make it interesting.”

“True.” God, this is painful. Watching her walk around, browsing for her next read. Like she doesn’t have a care in the world. Why does she deserve to live but not Nash? Why does she deserve to be happy and in love and secure? She’s a Rossi now, on top of the world.

“This is a good one if you’re interested.” She hands me a book about the Gilded Age, but that’s all I know since I don’t bother flipping past the cover. All my attention is trained on her. How to start talking about things that matter.

“What else do you like to do?” I ask. I’m throwing darts at a board right now, flailing around, but she doesn’t seem to notice. Either that or she doesn’t have a lot of actual friends. Only people who are afraid of her husband.

She seems to give it actual thought, even frowning a little. “I used to like going to movies. My mom and I would keep track of all the best movies that came out every year, and we’d root for our favorites during the Oscars. I miss that a little.”

“My aunt used to love watching that,” I offer. “Even if we didn’t get out to see the movies that were up for awards. She still had her favorite actors and actresses based on what she heard on the talk shows she watched.”

She still looks a little sad. Maybe this is worth digging into. “I guess there’s not much of a chance of getting out to the movies around here, huh?”

“Not really.” She shrugs it off with a little smile. “It doesn’t matter. I know I’m lucky to be here. Things could’ve gone much worse. But…”

My heart’s in my throat. From where we’re standing, I can see Quinton watching from his chair. I can’t get too personal or push too hard without him knowing it. “But what?” I ask in a softer voice. “You okay?”


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