Ruined Castles (The Elite King’s Club #8) Read Online Amo Jones

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Mafia, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Elite King's Club Series by Amo Jones
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Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
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One reason why I shouldn’t.

I squeeze the handle, pushing it down slowly while hoping she was dumb enough to keep it unlocked. When it doesn’t open, I snarl against the plain wood. “Open this fucking door, Madison.”

Another text hits my phone. Room 101 empty. I’ll be at the bar. Try not to kill each other.

Another reason why I brought Abel instead of a King? I knew he would leave me to do whatever the fuck I wanted to her. The others care too much. Even Brantley—in his own fucked-up way.

“No!” she yells through the other side. I hear tables and chairs scraping against the floor.

Running the sharp tip of my blade down the card reader, I slide the edge through the crack of where it connects to the door. These fucking things are bullshit. I know this because we just got rid of them in our hotels and replaced them with an app.

I yank back the blade, a loud crack sounding when it separates from the wood. “Baby, you’ve got about five seconds, because I’m getting in, and if I get in this way, I’m going to be mad.”

She laughs maniacally through the doors. “Oh, that’s real cute, Bishop. Except I’m fucking mad too!”

I knew this wouldn’t go down easy. We both disappointed each other at some point, and I think in the back of my mind I knew we would have in the future. Love doesn’t cure all, it just gives you a reason to keep fighting.

This is me.

Fighting.

“Three.” I pull again and the little light bulb that was red flickers.

“Two.” It turns green, and then red again.

“One.” The device hits the floor with a thud. The crusted hinges creak as the door slowly opens, and suddenly the inside of the room is too quiet. Too dark. Too calm. The lights are all out, the blinds drawn.

“Fine,” she whispers from somewhere in the darkness. “I won’t fight you.”

I slam the door behind me, leaning my head back. Smirking, I continue to move through the space boundlessly while reaching for a wall, or anything to lean on. Something hard presses against the back of my arm.

“But I will shoot you.”

Bang!

Pain carves itself through my upper arm and I spin around to face her when a light finally turns on. She’s sitting in a kitchen chair, her leg crossed while flicking a fucking gun around her index finger. She smiles innocently up at me as I reach for the wound, instantly knowing that the bullet went right through.

“As graceful as a floating swan, but as deadly as a silver bullet, right?” She smirks, standing from the chair and making her way closer to me.

“Madison,” I growl, and as soon as she’s within arm’s reach, my bloody hand flies to her chin. She doesn’t flinch away, because she fucking knows I’d never fucking hurt her. Despite the fact she just fucking shot me.

She bats her fucking lashes up at me. “Yes, lover?”

“You fucking shot me.”

“I did,” she says proudly, nodding. I watch as a flash of anger sweeps over her face and defiance cripples her features when her eyes look straight through mine. “Not nearly big enough to match the one in my heart.” Then she shoves her face out of my grip, but my hand flies to her arm and I pull her back to me, gripping the backs of her thighs and lifting her off the floor. I slam her up against the door I just broke through and her eyes roll to the back of her head.

“I want to fucking kill you right now, but because you’re pregnant, I’m going to fuck you hard enough that you wish I would have just killed you.” My hand is on her throat as she rubs herself over me.

I tighten my grip. “Don’t fucking move.”

She finally stops wriggling but brings her face closer to mine until our noses touch. Seconds pass and I’m momentarily distracted by how in sync our breathing is. And then she kisses me. Hooking my finger beneath her panties, I slide my finger inside of her, pressing all of the areas I know she loves. I can fuck Madison with my eyes closed and make her come so hard she can’t fucking see straight, but right now, I’m too angry at her to give her that. Right now, she’s going to be punished.

Grabbing her shirt at the collar, I tear it away until nothing but her red bra is exposed.

I tilt my head. “Fitting.”

She wraps her fingers behind the back of my neck to pull me in closer. “You suit the color better.” She whacks my arm and I growl, the pain a reminder of why the fuck I’m going to fuck her to the brink of death.

Flicking open my button, I shove my pants down as her fingers wrap around the heavy base of my cock. She squeezes and pulls slightly, swiping the cushion of her thumb over the head before directing me over to her entrance.



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