Remember Me Read online J.L. Beck (Broken Heroes #6)

Categories Genre: Dark, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Broken Heroes Series by J.L. Beck
Series: The Rossi Crime Family Series by J.L. Beck
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Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 56905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
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“I don’t want you,” she grits out.

“Is that right?” I grab her hip, and pull her back into my groin, grinding my hardened length into her. Once in place I snake that same hand to her front and let it disappear into the waistband of her pajama bottoms.

“What are you doing? I said I don’t want you,” she barks. She is breathing heavy and I know her heart must be racing, but I’m certain it isn’t from being scared. She wants this, wants me. I use my other hand to cover her mouth and muffle her voice, while my fingers are trailing over her silky panties, right above her hot center.

“I’ll tell you what, if I dip my finger between your folds and find your sweet pussy dry, I’ll leave you alone, but if I don’t…” I don’t allow myself to finish that thought. I’m not sure what I’m going to do yet. When it comes to her, I’m anything but controlled.

She mumbles something under my hand, but I don’t let her talk, or catch what she’s saying. Instead, I slide my fingers beneath her panties and slip over the soft, hot flesh, honing in on her honey pot. My finger slips between her folds and as expected I find her dripping wet for me.

My cock is rock hard and ready to sink deep inside her. Of course she is aroused, she hasn’t been touched by a man in two years. I made sure of that. I grin like an asshole. I know it was incredibly selfish of me, but I don’t care.

As soon as I started working for Xander and Ivan, I found her, and I’ve been watching her ever since. Never close enough for her to see me, but close enough to make sure she was safe and didn’t have another man touching her, because if she did, I would’ve killed him. I’ve killed for less things so it wouldn’t have bothered me.

She is mine, she has always been mine, even if she doesn’t think so right now. I tried to stay away in the beginning, tried to bury myself in work, but I couldn't let her go. I’ve been waiting and watching, trying to decide what to do. Torn between wanting her to have the life she wants, the life she deserves, and pushing her into the life I know is meant for us.

“No surprise there, your cunt is drenched with need, Grace. Always has been when it comes to me,” I taunt, sucking on the flesh at her neck right below her ear. “I thought you didn’t want this?” Her groan of frustration is muffled through my palm. I graze her swollen clit with my finger a few times before I start rubbing small circles against it.

Her groans quickly turn into moans and instead of struggling to get away she starts grinding into my hand.

“Mmm. I’ve missed this, Gracie. Your sweet pussy, the way you taste and smell. I bet you still taste like honey, because fuck, do you still smell like flowers.” My blood sings in my veins. “Fuck, I’ve missed the way you whimper when you fall apart. I’ve missed you, so fucking much. If this is you hating me and not wanting me then it makes me want you even more,” I whisper, taking her earlobe between my teeth, biting and sucking on the flesh, making her mewl loudly.

I move lower, until my fingers find her warm hole. I slide in with ease, her muscles grip onto me and I’m not sure she’s even aware of how she parts her legs slightly giving me better access to her pussy. Still so perfect. Still mine. I thrust my finger in and out a few times, rubbing at the soft tissue at the top of her womb, keeping pressure on her clit with my palm, all while wishing my cock was inside of her instead.

“Come for me. I want to feel you gush against my hand, just like you used to. I want to feel it, Gracie. Come for me!” I command, biting into her skin hard enough to hurt her. Instantly, I feel her quivering under my touch, her walls clenching around my finger, her engorged clit throbbing just before she comes apart in my arms. A loud moan escape’s her lips and if it weren’t for my hand over her mouth, the entire floor would hear her.

Her whole body tightens, her muscles going rigid before she turns into a pile of putty in my arms. Once I’m sure she’s not going to spout off more, I take my hand off her mouth and gently ease out of her panties. Then I wrap my arms around her, being careful not to hurt her side so I can hold her possessively to my chest. I think she passes out the moment the last ripples of her orgasm run through her. Between the fear and the exhaustion of fighting her attacker and me, I wouldn’t expect any less.



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