Wrath Read Book Online L.P. Lovell, Stevie J. Cole (Wrong #2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Bad Boy, Contemporary, Crime, Dark, Erotic, New Adult, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: , Series: Wrong Series by L.P. Lovell
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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 85183 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
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My silence angers him, and he growls, throwing the poker across the room and flipping me back over. He grabs me by the throat, his fingers digging into my skin as he brings his face close to mine. "This is nothing, girl. I will break you. I will ruin you, and then I will send your body back for him to see."

I hear a rip and feel the cold air touch my stomach as he tears my dress from my body. Not that! A small voice screams at me. Anything but that. They want to torment Jude, so, of course, they're going to rape me. They think he is in love with me, and with that in mind, nothing would hurt him more. I vow not to scream because I refuse to give them what they want.

Joe laughs at the camera, tracing his fingers down the long scar running between my breasts and over my stomach. "Looks like JP already had his fun with you. Let me guess, he worked out who Euan was?"

I can't respond to him. I can only moan as the pain radiates down my spine.

He glances to the camera again. "I can definitely see why you like her, JP. I fancy a taste myself. See what all the fuss is about." He grabs my underwear, yanking it down my legs aggressively. A sob threatens to break from my throat, as I hear his belt buckle being undone. I clench my teeth, forcing back my want to scream.

He grabs my thighs, pulling them apart and yanking me to the edge of the desk. His fingers press against the bullet wound in my leg, whilst the burn on my back drags across the surface of the desk. The pain makes black spots dance across my vision. My eyelids flutter closed as my head swims, but a sharp slap across the face pulls me back from that blissful brink.

"Oh, no, I want you awake for this sweetheart. Let dear old Jude see what he's missing."

My mind snaps back to reality and screams at me to fight. I can't give up. I lash out with my legs, kicking wildly at him as I try to sit up. The massive guy appears from behind me somewhere and places his hand on my chest, slamming me back down on the desk. I grab at his arm, trying to get him off, but I might as well be trying to move a brick wall for all the good it does me. I choke out a ragged cry of desperation as I realise Joe is going to rape me, and I am completely helpless.

"I do so love a fighter," Joe sneers.

With that, he wrenches my legs apart and forces himself inside me in one thrust. I flinch as pain tears through me, and he smiles manically. His fingers grip my hips, his nails breaking the skin. Tears stream down my temples as he pounds into me violently, taking everything from me as he does.

I turn my head to the side, focusing on a spot of flaked paint on the wall. I think of another time, another place, a place when I was happy. I think of my mother, my sister, and then, I think of Jude. I remember the way he made me feel safe, the way he would smile at only me. I think of him, and I hope he doesn't come after Joe because I know in my heart that Joe will kill him.

"I think she likes it, Jude." Joe gloats at the camera. The other two men don't even blink. These aren't men; they're fucking animals.

The torture seems to go on forever. He fucks me until I feel like I'm being split in two. He eventually stiffens on top of me and grunts before pulling out, taking the last shattered pieces of me with him.

I will never come back from this. Even if he doesn't kill me, I gave up my life for love. I just hope it was enough.

The line goes dead, and I fall back into the chair still clutching the receiver in my hand. My chest tightens, my heart beats so fucking hard I can literally feel my pulse everywhere. I have no idea where he is. No idea how many miles away from me she is. And I have no fucking idea how I can save her. This right here is fucking fear.

I chuck the phone across the room, my chest heaving. I grip the edge of the desk to steady myself as I try to calm my breathing. He fucking has her! My arms tense and I flip the desk over on its side, papers scattering everywhere. "I have to find him," I shout and look over my shoulder at Caleb.

Caleb's sitting on the couch, his head hung as he shakes it solemnly. He knows as well as I do we'll only find Joe if he wants us to. "I told her not to leave. I begged her not to leave," Caleb whispers. His gaze lifts to mine, and his face is red. "You shouldn't have let her leave, Jude!" he yells.


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