His Love Read online Cassandra Dee

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 41931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 210(@200wpm)___ 168(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
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And at that, Luke’s bodyguard hauled her to her feet, pinning her arms behind her back so that she could no longer hurt herself.

“Let’s go,” was all he said before dragging the woman off, still screaming and squealing.

“Only meeeee!” she wailed. “Only meeeeee!”

As the door slammed, the three of us turned to stare at each other.

“Is it true?” I whispered, frozen with shock. “Was that her in the bedroom or was it you?”

The alpha lowered the gun, looking at his palm like he didn’t recognize his own hand.

“It’s true,” he rasped, swinging bright blue eyes to me. “There’s been no one but you,” he added. “No one Kitty, no one.”

I nodded.

“But what was this all about?” I said weakly, gesturing to the broken furniture, the blood on the carpet. “What happened?”

Luke shook his head.

“Baby, I don’t know everything yet. But Serena is certifiably off her rocker, bound for the insane asylum. Because after you left, she confronted me, saying that you were a slut. And I knew something was off. I could smell it in the air. So I had my PI get on it, and after we realized she’d followed you here …” his voice trailed off.

But I shook my head.

“But why?” I asked, voice trembling. “Why was she saying all that stuff about how only she’s good enough for you?”

Luke’s expression grew grim then.

“A long time ago, Serena and I dated,” he spat, like the words were pure crud. “Over a decade ago. And I guess she was carrying some kind of torch for me. She still thinks that she and I are a match, even though I haven’t touched her in a decade, she’s so crazy.”

I shook my head.

“But why would she act like that?” I asked. “I mean, all that stuff about me being a slut? About outing you as well, calling you a … what was it she said? A manwhore?”

Here, Luke grew silent, face shuttered.

“It’s not like that,” was all he bit out. “It’s not.”

But I couldn’t be stopped, the last fifteen minutes had been so insane that the words tumbled out.

“But what did she mean?” I pressed. “What was she talking about?”

The billionaire took a deep breath, that heavy chest rising and then falling. And then he began.

“Serena called me a manwhore because in a way, I am. I sleep with a lot of girls. Slept with, I should say,” he growled, turning bright blue eyes to me. “Once I had you, I stopped.”

But I shook my head, still not happy.

“But why? Was it abnormal in some way? This is NYC, lots of guys sleep with girls, it’s how the city works.”

The alpha nodded, still holding my eyes.

“Honey, I slept with a lot of women. A lot,” he added. “And some of those were from the ballet school,” he began carefully. “They were students at the Academy, girls who danced.”

I nodded slowly. So Serena had been telling the truth after all. Lucy Jane and Natalie really did exist.

“I see,” I said, breathing slow, trying to calm my pounding heart. “I see.”

Luke took another deep breath, seizing my hand.

“I sleep with the young ballerinas, and admittedly, I wasn’t exactly shy about doing it,” he said roughly. “I banged a couple chicks from the incoming class, and it got Serena’s goat. Because she wasn’t young anymore, she wasn’t flexible and limber, and I didn’t want her. So she was jealous. She acted okay on the outside, but clearly, she wasn’t okay with it at all.”

I nodded dully.

“Right. A couple girls from the incoming class. Every year.” Oh my god, how many women was that?

But Luke could read my thoughts and he squeezed my hand then, eyes fierce.

“But you’re different,” he growled in a low voice. “Things with you are different, Kitty.”

That made me look up slowly.

“How? Why?” I asked carefully, meeting his eyes full-on. “What makes me different?”

The billionaire was silent, the look on his face shuttered.

“You’re different, that’s all,” he said. “Can’t you tell? You’re different in so many ways that I can’t explain, there are too many.”

“Try,” I said in a low voice, still like a hummingbird poised in the air. “Just try, please.”

But Luke leapt up then, pacing in a rage, working off furious energy.

“I can’t explain it,” he growled, long legs eating up the carpet while throwing me angry and confused looks. “I can’t explain it, but you’re special Kitty.”

And inside, my heart crumpled. Because of course, that was a lie. I wasn’t different from all the girls who’d come before me, and all the girls that would follow after I was gone. I was just the youngest, newest, freshest ballerina at the Academy right now, but in a couple months? There’d be a new crop of sweet young things, and Luke would move on. There was nothing special about me, nada, zip, zilch.



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