Touch of Hate Read Online J.L. Beck, Cassandra Hallman

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Forbidden, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 125465 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 627(@200wpm)___ 502(@250wpm)___ 418(@300wpm)
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What we do is hold on to our men and love them as hard as we can.

My arms tighten around him like I’m thinking the thought out loud, taking the concept literally. I’m more than prepared to do that.

Even if it means loving him through whatever he’s going through.

He stirs, pulling me from the direction my thoughts have taken. I can’t say I’m sorry for it. I don’t want these troubling thoughts tainting what should be a happy, almost sacred moment. Lying in the arms of the man I love, I’m finally fully his.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he suggests with a chuckle. “We could both use a shower now, though I have bad news.”

“What is it?” I lift my head far enough to read his smirk and the way his eyes sparkle. If only I could make it so he’s always so happy and peaceful. I want nothing more.

“There isn’t always enough hot water. We’re going to have to share the shower and conserve it.” He can’t hide his glee. “It’s the responsible thing to do.”

I can’t feign seriousness the way he does, giggling at him instead. I’ve missed the playful energy he exudes. “We don’t want to be irresponsible.” My body has different ideas, though, sore muscles screaming at me like I personally offended them as soon as I try to move.

The soreness in my core leaves a slight sting as I press my thighs together. My heart softens until it’s nearly melted when Ren takes notice. His dark brows draw together with concern, his body stiffening beside mine.

“Are you sore? I tried so hard to be gentle, but my desire for you overrode every rational thought. I’d apologize, but I can’t. I want you to be sore. I want you to remember who it was that claimed you. Need you to feel me deep inside with every move you make.”

“I know.” The hand I smooth over his cheek seems to soothe him, but only a little. “Every first time hurts, or at least from what I’ve read.”

“The first time.” It’s almost like he’s savoring the words he whispers.

Like they’re the words to a prayer or a spell. He must notice the quizzical look I give him because he smiles sheepishly. “I can’t pretend the thought of being your first doesn’t make me hard as steel, angel. Hell, even now, I want to fuck you again.”

He cups my cheek, gazing deep into my eyes. “Your first and only.”

A sweet, pleasurable warmth spreads through me while he strokes my cheek, staring into the confines of my soul.

“My first and only,” I agree, and I mean every word with every part of me. “It’s always been you, Ren. And it always will be.”

His slow, sure smile tells me it was the right thing to say.

21

REN

Nothing in the world has ever been as important as what I’m doing now, crouched in the tub before the woman I worship, cleaning the remnant of my cum and her juices from her pussy as gently as possible after taking it for the first time. The first of many. My dick twitches at the thought and comes damn close to convincing me the next time is here and now.

At least I can say I made it into heaven one time in my life since I know I won’t be going there when I die. Taking Scarlet’s virginity, owning and worshiping her, broke something inside me while also fusing the warped pieces back together.

There is no way to describe the effect it had over me. I am her first, last, and call me a selfish bastard, but nothing makes me happier than knowing it will only ever be me who had her.

But no, not now. First, I need to care for her. The fact of her being mine extends past the freedom to claim her body. It’s a responsibility. It means making sure she has everything she needs, and right now, that’s the gentlest touch against flesh I made sore. I ignore the warm water hitting my shoulders and back, the hair dripping in my face, in favor of washing her most private places.

Rather, places private to everyone in the world except me. She’ll keep nothing from me now, not ever again.

I stand when I’ve finished and set the washcloth aside in favor of drawing her into the protective circle of my arms. “Sex won’t always hurt between us, once you become accustomed to it,” I promise, my lips brushing the halo of blond hair sticking to her forehead.

She has never been more precious to me. Nothing ever has.

“Even if it did, I wouldn’t care.” She has a knack for saying exactly what I need to hear. Then again, she was made for me.

I look down at her heart-shaped face and sparkling blue eyes seeking out comfort. I’m so lost in my own thoughts I’ve neglected her and that won’t do.


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