Lost Series, #2
by LeTeisha Newton
Publication date: May 4th 2016
Genres: New Adult, Romance
by LeTeisha Newton
Publication date: May 4th 2016
Genres: New Adult, Romance
I needed a monster
to become one
BLURB
They told me about Ethan.
He’s no good.
He only knew darkness.
He’s a killer.
But that’s exactly what I need.
Only a monster can turn me into
one. I’ve bled and screamed. I’ve been the victim too long. The scars that are
visible only conceal the more painful ones on the soul. If he could help me
save myself and learn to fight again, then he can have whatever he wants from
me. My body. My soul. My heart. Later, he’ll realize that I had the better end
of the bargain.
WARNING: This is a dark
romance. It contains violence, filthy words, dubious consent, and potential
triggers for readers. Please be aware of that when purchasing this book. This
story is about being careful what you ask for, because you’ll get exactly what
you need, instead of what you want.
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“Does he have protection? Connections?”
River shook her head. “I don’t know. He kept
me out of a lot. That’s why I was always so careful with new people or trying
to get close to anyone. He could have them on his payroll and I’d never know. I
do know he has some cops and judges in his pockets. The few times I tried to
press charges, everything fell through quickly, if they even filed any
paperwork. He’s untouchable.”
“No man is untouchable, River. Remember
that. This changes things.”
“Why?”
“It’s enough that I’ve told you that.
Let me worry about the rest.”
“This is my life, Ethan.”
“And it now belongs to me. I protect
what’s mine.”
“This was about me killing him. That’s
why I came to you. It’s why I’m here.” She threw her hands up in the air,
letting out a frustrated sound.
“Let me do this.”
“It’s not your choice to make.”
“We had a deal! I give you everything I
am and you give me him. That’s what we agreed on.”
“You will still be mine long after he’s
dead. What does it matter who kills him?”
“It matters to me.”
I could see that, but it wasn’t
happening. I wasn’t letting River within a mile of this man unless it was at my
side, with him at my feet, taking his last breath from my hand. He came to me, not to her, with his little
fucking message. He knew who the real threat was.
And I just ignored the fact that
imagining her in danger twisted me up. It wasn’t real, any more than this farce
of a relationship we were in, but it was enough for us. It would have to be.
“Get Pavel in here to work me out. I can
practice night and day until I’m ready. He knows where I am now. It’s only a
matter of time before he makes his move.”
Everything she was saying was true, but
it didn’t matter. None of it mattered except what I said would happen. I needed
to make sure River understood that, in the best way possible.
“And you think you will be ready to kill
him after a few lessons, is that it?” I stood up and circled around the desk.
River froze, but she was on to me too late. She wouldn’t give away.
“Ethan.”
“I asked you a question.”
“If you’d teach me some more, I would be.
It can’t be that hard to kill someone who isn’t trained to fight like that. He
hides behind whoever he pays. I never could fight back before, now I can.”
“How long does it take to choke out a
man?”
“What?”
“How long do you think it would take to
strangle someone to death?” I was close to her, close enough to feel her body
shaking. She had the right to be afraid. Some lessons were easier to prove than
to tell.
“I don’t know.”
“Count. Very slowly now, or you’ll die
quicker.”
She screamed as I wrapped my fingers
around her throat and squeezed. I held on as she wasted useless energy pounding
my chest and trying to get away.
“Count, River.”
She tried to choke out words but I only
tightened my grip. As her legs gave out I lifted her on the desk and stepped in
between them. She was so fucking beautiful, even with her eyes full of tears,
and her nails digging into my hands. I ran my free hand down her body, over her
breasts and the slope of her stomach. Her body quivered under mine, and my cock
thickened as I watched her. She’d be out soon. I could feel it.
But I could also feel the heat from her
pussy, warming my palm. I used the heel of my hand to circle against her clit.
She froze, waiting, dancing on the edge, as her oxygen left her body and placed
her where touch and pain were closer to the edge. Where pleasure bit almost too
sharply. I rubbed her clit again and loosened my grip a fraction. Her gasping
breath was all that broke the silence before I ripped her knickers from her. I
left the fabric bunched around her calves as I stepped in close again and
worked my zipper down.
So fucking perfect, so mine.
“Look how wet you are.”
She closed her eyes as tears leaked from
the corners.
I bent over her and used my tongue to
taste them. “Did you know there are different types of tears?” I asked in her ear. I rubbed the head of my cock against
her wet slit, up and down. With every pass she grew wetter, hotter. Her nipples
were little pebbles rubbing against my cloth-covered chest.
“Fear tastes bitter, sadness salty, and
happiness warm and light. Desire, though, those take like a combination of it
all. You fear what’s coming. You hate what you are letting me do to you. And
you want it so bad you wish you could beg for it. I taste desire in your tears,
River.”
I
slid into her slowly, feeling each ripple of her tight little cunt gripping my
dick. She was so fucking tight. I had to grit my teeth to keep from coming. She
arched against me, her hands falling away, her body opening up. She was giving
in, forgetting her lack of air, no longer caring I could kill her right now. On
the edge between pleasure and pain, anger and desire, hatred and love; she was
giving in to me.
And I realized I made another mistake.
In trying to scare her, I ensnared myself. I
wanted to take her, toss her into the sun, and keep her there. I wanted to
explode with her, and I wasn’t going to get away with just having her and
walking away. It angered me.
Utterly destroyed me.
As I sank into her to the hilt, feeling her
grip and release around me, I wanted to kill Derrick Reese for ever having her,
tear apart any other man that came before me, and claim her in ways that she
couldn’t imagine. I wanted her to be mine, all mine, and I wanted her to love
every minute of it.
Fuck me, but I wanted her to love me. Even
when I knew I wouldn’t be able to ever love her. I was worse than I ever
dreamed, and I couldn’t find a way to feel remorse for it.
So I did the only thing I could—fucked her
and let myself sink deeper into the darkness.
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Author Info
So I
think this is the part where I'm supposed to say something super cool, win you
over, and make you my life-long superfan...OR wait, is that how I am about my
anime collection?
Probably.
Basically,
I'm an author, blogger, geek, and villain lover (Joker IS MINE!). There
shouldn't be any surprise then that I tend to love my heroes a bit broken, all
messed up, and in need of someone who understands them just the way they are.
Ha, my heroines
are right there with them. You see, love is nice, it's sweet. It can be all
rainbows and glowing stars. And then it can be dark, twisted, hurtful, and feel
so good you have to scream about it. So I write like that. From one side of the
spectrum to the other, because that's real. That's life. And that's what we
crave--delving into a fantasy world or not.
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