Queen of Hearts (Wonderland #2) Read Online Alta Hensley

Categories Genre: Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Wonderland Series by Alta Hensley
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Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
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He takes large steps toward me, his cane hitting heavy on the flagstone flooring. “There’re consequences for what you’ve done.” He backs me all the way against the wall. “Two fingers.”

I put my palm against his chest, feeling his heart beat. “Don’t do this, Nick. Please don’t. Please.” I can barely get the words out between my sobs. “I’ll do anything.”

He shakes his head. His eyes locked with mine. “You can’t be allowed to get away with this without there being a punishment. Two fingers. I’m sorry, but I can’t let this go without acting. I’m a man of conviction. You know this.”

“Be a man of mercy,” I plead.

“I’m sorry. Two fingers.”

He raises his cane, my eyes darting to the blade on top.

“No, no.” This can’t be happening. No.

Nick raises the cane up, the knife now on full display. I hold my breath. I have no choice but to wait.

Do I at least get to choose which two fingers are cut off?

Nick holds up two fingers with his free hand to show me which ones he plans to cut off. “These two.” It’s his index and middle finger.

Then without warning, he takes his two fingers and shoves them up my pussy. He drops his cane to the floor, uses his free hand to prop himself against the wall, and begins finger-fucking my pussy with his two fingers.

Over and over, he shoves them hard inside of me. Tears fall from my eyes as I process the emotions of relief of him not actually cutting my fingers off and the sensation of having him fuck my pussy instead. Fear blends with the impending orgasm, and I don’t know what to do other than allow my muscles to give way. I fall to the floor as my legs can no longer hold my weight. Nick guides me down as his fingers are still firmly rooted inside of me.

Once I’m lying on the ground, he positions himself over me and says, “Two fingers.” And shoves them even deeper inside of me. I’ve never been more relieved to have all my digits intact and someone else’s fucking me.

I’m strong.

But not strong enough to resist him.

I’m nothing but a woman. A woman with a burning need and a hunger I can’t control.

I ran from him. I escaped him. I shouldn’t be here, doing this, but how the hell am I supposed to resist?

My mother fights addiction. Not me. Never have I suffered from that in my life.

Until now.

Nick Hudson is my addiction. An addiction far greater than any junkie could experience. I know this. I can feel it. But I have no desire to fight the urge any longer.

“I warned you,” he growls, lying above me, his palm braced against the stone floor of the room. “I told you there would be consequences.”

His lips brush far too lightly and much too briefly over my mouth before moving down to trace along the column of my neck, causing me to groan and quiver as I turn my head to the side, allowing him easier access. His tongue licks along my collarbone, and goose bumps break out over my flesh. I’m so immersed in the sensations he’s creating I haven’t even noticed his two fingers are no longer inside of me, and I miss the fullness.

“Fuck me,” I beg, my body on fire for more.

“Shhh,” he says with a smile and a look in his eyes that has my pussy clutching in expectation of what’s hopefully to come.

Perhaps I should be shocked this man doesn’t immediately get down to the business of shoving his cock inside of my tight hole, claiming his conquest over me. But instead, he shifts position to prop himself up on one elbow while the index finger of his free hand traces along my collarbone. His touch is featherlight, and yet I feel a burning rivaling that of a blade being used rather than his finger.

“Tell me why,” Nick says as his finger continues its journey. “Why I shouldn’t strangle you right now? Why I shouldn’t walk out that door with your dead body left behind. Tell me why I shouldn’t end all this effort you caused me.”

His fingers grip my neck and apply pressure.

“I did it for you,” I begin softly. “When I saw your boat on fire, I knew it was because of me being in your house.” I swallow against the palm of his hand. His hold on me firm but not yet restricting. “I don’t want to be the cause of something happening to you.”

My eyes well, so I shut them. I’d given him a glimpse of my feelings for him but refuse to do anymore. Not right now. Not with him vengeful and angry.

With nothing but darkness behind my closed eyes and a deafening silence around me, I can do nothing but wait.



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