Playette Read online T.L. Smith

Categories Genre: Action, Alpha Male, Dark, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 66102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
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“And Max knew that, and that’s what he used.” I pull her to me and try not to make a sound when she lays her head on my chest over my wound.

“I’d understand, you know, if you want me dead.”

“I thought about that, even tried to do it,” I say smiling while running my fingers through her soft, sensuous hair. “It seems I can’t do it. And it seems, I won’t let anyone else do it either.”

“We have issues,” she says through a laugh which is forced, before she pulls her head back. “Oh my God, you’re bleeding.” Her hands touch my shirt buttons and she pulls at it trying to open them to see where.

“It’s fine, Isadora.”

She shakes her head. “It’s not. It’s really not. He wanted you dead, and he’s a perfect shot usually.”

Reaching for her hand, I take it in mine. “I plan to kill him. You know that, right?”

“Yes. Yes, I do.” She nods. “He lied to me, all my life.”

“He loved my mother, and I can understand why.”

She looks up at me with those lost eyes. “My feelings for you are scrambled, Jasper. I don’t know what I feel, but more importantly, after all these years, is how to feel.”

I nod. I get it. Doesn’t mean I don’t understand what I feel. It took me a while, but I know exactly how I feel about Isadora. “Let’s go to bed, I need some rest.”

“I was leaving.” She pulls back from me, her hands cross over her chest as she rubs them.

“Where do you intend to go?”

She shrugs. “Away from this shitty town… just somewhere else.”

“Maybe tomorrow we can talk about where you want to go. Tonight, though, let’s rest.”

Isadora nods and places her hand back in mine as we walk through the mansion and out to my house. As soon as we are inside, she looks around as I walk to the bed and start removing my shirt, which has blood all over it.

“You’re still bleeding.” She reaches for the first aid kit and pulls out a new bandage and some other cleaning gear and walks toward me. Her hands are gentle as she touches me and cleans my wound, placing the new bandage on carefully. I lean in and place my lips to hers when she pulls her hands away. “Do you think we should?” she asks, her hands moving to the top of my jeans. “We shouldn’t,” she answers her own question, but doesn’t remove her fingers from the zipper.

“We so should.” I grab hold of her face and kiss her hard, she opens, allowing me in as my tongue dances with hers. I grunt as she leans on me, and she quickly pulls back, her eyes roaming over me.

“I’ve hurt you. I can’t hurt you.” She shakes her head and before she steps away, I take hold of Isadora’s hand pulling her to me. Killing her is next to impossible, letting go is next to impossible. What have I gotten myself into?

“You won’t, now strip. You can ride.”

Her lips turn up at my words as I start removing my clothes and climbing onto the bed. She watches me with unsure eyes, before I reach out and up, pulling at her shirt which she then takes off, followed by her skirt. Within seconds she’s climbing into the bed with me. Reaching for her, I put her on top of my hips, she slides over easily without any hassles and sits on my legs with my cock standing tall between us, ready and needing her.

“We shouldn’t,” she says again but she slides forward.

“You’ve said that already.” I smile, pulling her, her hips push up and when they do, I pull her forward so she’s hovering over my cock. “Drop, Isadora. Now!”

Her green eyes lock onto mine. “But I might hurt you.”

“You’re hurting me right now. Now. Drop,” I tell her and it almost stutters out of me. She smiles and reaches between us, positioning my cock at her entrance.

“We should hate each other. No, we should want to kill each other,” she says, lowering herself ever so painfully slowly. When she’s fully seated, she doesn’t move, just looks down at me. “To kill you would have been my greatest revenge.” She moves her hips slowly back and forth sliding along my cock.

This is nothing more than painful, blissful, torture.

It’s perfection.

It’s everything.

“To have you, that will be mine,” I say as her hips start to move faster and faster. She doesn’t respond to my words, but I know she’s heard them. How could she not, I didn’t whisper them. And it will, having her will be my ultimate revenge on him, her unscrupulous uncle. But in saying that, it will also be my greatest treasure.

I’ve not failed her.

It’s too late for that.

I fell and no one caught me.



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