Taboo – A Dark Romance (Stud Ranch #1) Read Online Stasia Black

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Dark, Forbidden, Romance, Taboo Tags Authors: Series: Stud Ranch Series by Stasia Black
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Total pages in book: 216
Estimated words: 206530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1033(@200wpm)___ 826(@250wpm)___ 688(@300wpm)
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Her eyes flash up at me and I give a rough tug on her hair, grabbing her upper arm to help her up onto her knees.

“That’s right, on your knees. Now take everything I give you.”

I stand over her, feeling like a fucking god.

I keep an iron grip on her hair and start to jerk myself hard, wanting to see my cum splash all over her face.

“Look up at me, slut.”

But her eyes are wide and she jerks back. Oh so that’s how she wants to play it?

I smile and am about to grab her hair even tighter and jerk her back into place when she says, “Red. Red!” and scrambles back from me, holding up her hands like she’s afraid.

Like she’s afraid of me.

Fifteen

DYLAN

She looks at me like she’s afraid.

Afraid.

Of me.

My dick has never shriveled so fast. What the fuck? Have we not been on the same page this whole time? Did I do something—?

“I’m sorry,” she mumbles, getting up, wobbly on her skyscraper heels. “I’m sorry. I should never have come here like this.”

Then she moves like she’s going to try to get around me and leave.

“Miranda. Miranda!” I bark louder when she ignores me. I want to reach out and grab her but draw back at the last minute.

She had to use her safe word.

She had to use her motherfucking safe word with me.

I’m bent over before I know it and my lunch plus the shitty chips and soda I ate earlier while I was working all come back up as I vomit against the wall of the building.

“Dylan!”

Miranda’s small hand rubs my back and my eyes water as I shake and wipe at my mouth with my forearm.

I stand up and stumble away from the wall. Away from her.

“Did you not want—” I gesture back down at her fur cape several feet back by the recycling bin. “I thought it was another game. Jesus, Miranda, I’m so sorry, I thought—”

“It was,” she cries, sobbing even harder now. “I came here wanting—” She breaks off with a fresh round of sobs and it kills me, fucking kills me seeing her like this.

I reach a hand out but she just shakes her head and takes a step backwards. “I’m fucking toxic, can’t you see that? You need to stay the fuck away from me.”

“What are you talking about? Where is this all coming from?”

Then I look around. I am not having this discussion, whatever the fuck this is, in a cold alleyway behind my fucking building.

I walk toward Miranda and this time when she tries to step back, I don’t let her. I put an arm around her shoulder.

“We’re going to get in my car and drive home. And then you’re going to tell me exactly what the fuck is going on.”

She shakes her head and her whole body shudders with her sobs but I don’t let up. Something is seriously fucking wrong and I won’t rest until I’ve gotten to the bottom of it.

I only let go of her long enough to shrug out of my jacket and sling it over her shoulders, then I pull her close and walk her as quickly as I can back around the building to my car.

Being the boss, I have a parking spot right up front so we don’t have to go too far. I open the passenger side door and get her seated, tucking her legs carefully inside. She’s not crying as hard but she’s gone oddly listless. Frankly, she’s scaring the shit out of me. I tug her seatbelt across her and secure it in place.

I wish we were anywhere but out in public.

I run around the front of my Tesla and hop in the front seat. Then I drive as fast as I dare to my apartment, shooting quick glances over at her the entire way. She has her head turned away from me. I call her name several times but she doesn’t respond.

When we finally get to my building, I pull the car into valet and run around to her side. I tug her out of the car and then lift her into my arms. She doesn’t fight me, thank Christ. She just sinks against my chest as I hike her up in my arms, one arm under her back, the other under her knees.

I ignore the look that the doorman and a couple in the lobby give us and head straight to the elevator, dipping down with Miranda to hit the button for my floor.

Miranda just keeps her face burrowed into my chest.

Meanwhile I swear my heart is beating a thousand fucking beats per minute. She’s hurting and I don’t know why… except I do, don’t I?

I was the only other person in that alley way. I hurt her. But I swear to God I’ll make up for it. Somehow, I swear— Jesus, I swear I’ll spend my life making up for—


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