Savage Beginnings Read online J.L. Beck, Cassandra Hallman (The Moretti Crime Family #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Crime, Dark, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: , Series: The Moretti Crime Family Series by J.L. Beck
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Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 114584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
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She nods her head, and I hate how excitement bubbles up to the surface at her obedience. I stare at her round ass, the globes not quite firm. Her pussy is on full display, her slits glistening in the dim lighting, letting me know she’s ready for me, though it wouldn’t matter if she wasn’t. I’d fuck her dry; after all, she is here for my pleasure and nothing else.

The whore is pretty, but nothing compared to my soon to be bride.

There isn’t an ounce of innocence or fear in this girl, and I hate it.

She’s waiting for my wrath, welcoming it. Fuck. Flicking the button on my slacks, I move to the bed, climbing behind the whore. I take my cock into my hand, stroke the beast, and then pull a condom out of my wallet.

At the crinkling of the package, the woman twists around. “I’m clean, and on the pill. You can fuck me raw if you want.”

Chuckling darkly, I grab her by the hip and sink my fingers into her skin.

“I’m a lot of things, but stupid isn’t one of them. Now shut the fuck up and put your cheek on the mattress.” I’m well aware of how sinister I’m being right now, but here, I can be me, and with Elena, it’s like I’m something else entirely.

Letting my eyes drift closed, I will the thoughts of Elena away, but closing my eyes only causes them to rush in. Her cheeks tear-stained, her eyes pleading, her body trembling as I take from her. Memories of the way she whimpered when I simply applied pressure to her hand as she jerked me off appear in my mind.

My cock deflates in my hand, and I know there isn’t any fucking point in doing this.

The only person my cock wants is the only person I’m not willing to take from yet. There is a plan, an order, and I need to fucking follow it. Still, her perfectly sculpted heart-shaped face and emerald green eyes haunt me like a ghost.

I’m pissed, burning with rage. I can’t even fuck someone without thinking about her. It was bad before, all the times I had to envision her while I fucked others from behind or shoved my cock down their throat. Now that she’s trapped in my web, entirely at my mercy, my body knows I don’t have to deny myself, but I am.

Pissed, I take a step back from the woman. “Get fucking dressed,” I grit out, wanting to punch something.

“What? I thought you wanted…” She whirls around to face me.

I ignore her question and confused expression and take the waste of a condom off and button my pants back up. Pulling out a hundred-dollar bill from my wallet, I shove the money at her. She looks at me then to the money before snatching it from my hand.

“Are you sure, Mr. Moretti?” she purrs, batting her eyes one last time, and I curl my hand into a tight fist. “I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.”

The offer is tempting, being that my tastes run rough and a little dark, but making my cock hard for someone other than Elena is going to be impossible. She’s cast a fucking spell on me and doesn’t even realize it.

“Pull yourself together. I don’t want you. The money was for your time. I changed my mind, go find someone else.”

Frustrated and annoyed, I walk out of the room, leaving the door open behind me. Elena has captured my complete and undivided attention, and I don’t know if that’s a good thing for either of us.

13

Elena

The hours drag on into eternity, and I actually find myself waiting like a dog for my owner to return. It’s a horrible analogy, but it’s the truth. I watch the sunset through the window, feeling more isolated from the real world than I ever have in my entire life. Worse, I feel myself melting into Julian’s touch.

Kindness is what he showed me last night when he handed me that little notebook. It was the kindest thing he’s done since I arrived here, and it made me want to see if there is more goodness inside him. It’s such a naive thing to assume that a man who kills, steals, and buys a person has any good in him.

Darkness starts to blanket the room, and I move to turn on one of the lights at the same time the door opens. I hold back a little shriek, and I’m almost disappointed when I see it’s just a maid entering the room and not Julian. The one that gave me the note hasn’t returned since that day. It’s been someone new every time, and I wonder why she’s never come back. I’m sure Julian doesn’t know about the note since he hasn’t said anything. If he knew, he would have punished me or something.


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