The Sacrifice Read Online Shantel Tessier

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, New Adult, Suspense, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
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My throat closes up while his eyes bore into mine. He’s got it all figured out. I hadn’t realized until just now that he’s had this planned. I thought it was a last-minute thing. Like he just woke up this morning and decided he would crash my wedding and make me his wife. But I was wrong. He’s had this plan for quite some time. The Cathedral, the hotel—he’s rubbing it in my father’s face. It wouldn’t have been hard for him to figure out any of this information. It's been in the works for years. My parents and Luke making a big deal out of this day. “Tyson, please…”

“You’ll do that too, little darling.” His hand moves to cup my jaw and he lowers his lips to my forehead, brushing them against my skin. Words spoken as soft as the tender kiss and my pulse races at how calm he can be. How well he can hide what he really feels. He hates me and my family. I’m nothing more than an outlet for his revenge.

His cell rings, making me jump, and he pulls away to answer it. “Hello? Yes, send him up.”

The elevator dings before the door opens, and he turns, giving me his back. I let my shoulders fall while trying to calm my breathing.

“Mr. Crawford. Good afternoon, sir,” a man’s voice says.

“Who the fuck are you?” Tyson growls.

“I’m Jackson,” the man answers.

“Where the fuck is Gavin?” he snaps.

“He got caught up in surgery and asked me to fill in for him.”

Tyson pauses a second before he speaks. “She’s in here.” They enter the open living room a few seconds later. Tyson is holding his cell to his ear, eyes on me. But after a few seconds, he hangs up.

“Hello, Mrs. Crawford.” The kid gives me a big smile, and my stomach sinks that that’s what I’ll be known as now until the day I die. So easily stripped of my maiden name that once meant something to me. Minson is known around the world—wealth and power are just a couple of things. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve always hated that my father is a Lord and the life we have to live, but that doesn’t mean I want to be a Crawford either. “This will only take me a second.” He places a briefcase on top of the piano and pops it open, pulling out a couple of packages. He rips one open, revealing a syringe, and the other is a vial full of liquid.

“Whoa.” I take a step back. “I thought—”

“You’re getting on the shot,” Tyson interrupts me, and I look over at him to see he’s now standing at the island in the kitchen, making himself a new drink. “Too many women are irresponsible when it comes to taking the pill, and I refuse to wear a condom when I fuck my wife.” He glares at me, daring me to argue.

My cheeks redden at the way he talks to me in front of this stranger in the room, but this is one fight I’ll let him win.

The guy inserts the syringe into the vial and pulls back the plunger, filling it with the liquid. Once done, he looks at me. “Turn around and pull up your dress.” His eyes drop down to the train, and he frowns. “Tyson might have to hold it for me.”

I take several steps back away from him, my heels tripping over the silk material, and I fall onto the bench seat at the piano. “Excuse me?” I shriek, wide-eyed.

“Turn around—”

“You will administer it in her arm,” Tyson snaps at the man, and I flinch when I hear him slam the glass down.

“Of course.” The man nods, walking over to me. He opens the new alcohol pad before rubbing it on my arm. He lets it dry and then grabs the skin. “Small pinch,” he says and sticks me.

I don’t even feel it. Too many other things running through my mind right now. “How long will it take?” I ask, hoping he says days, maybe weeks. It could buy me some time to stay a virgin if Tyson refuses to wear protection.

“When was your last menstrual cycle?” the guy asks.

“Earlier this week,” I answer softly, counting the days in my head. Luke planned our wedding around my cycle. I’ve always been like clockwork. I just recently got off it.

He smiles. “You should be good then. As long as it’s five days out from when you started, it should work immediately.”

Fuck my luck.

“But I also brought some morning after pills that you can take just to be on the safe side. Just remember, they aren’t to be used as a form of birth control. Just last resort. You may experience some bleeding for the next couple of months but that’s nothing to worry about. Make sure to schedule another shot within twelve to thirteen weeks for it to be the most effective.” His eyes drop to my chest, and silence fills the large room.


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