The Good Bad Girl Read Online Ella Goode

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Novella, Taboo, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25253 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
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“I’m not a bad man. Just someone who needs a small piece of information. Tell me who the girl is, and you can go free.”

“Right. Like you’re going to let me out of here unharmed and that’s why I’m tied up? I’ve seen this movie before. Once you reveal your face, the person in the chair dies, and I’m the person in the chair.”

“I don’t care that you’ve seen me. Please feel free to tell others everything you have observed here at the Chapel.” I walk around behind her and loosen the ropes. There are red marks where she struggled against her bindings. I cough into my fist to hide a groan. Fuck, that’s sexy. I want to tie her up in a million different ways with a million different ropes. Her body would look perfect framed by a harness of silk bindings and knots, hung from the middle of my ceiling so that I could taste her any time I was hungry. I suspect my appetite would be unquenchable.

“I take it you are going to keep your secrets?” I manage to squeeze out in a somewhat light tone.

“I’m not telling you anything, that’s for sure.” Her small chin points up to the ceiling. “You can keep me tied here for a week and I’ll still have my lips sealed.”

“I’ve untied you,” I reply.

“What?” She raises her arms, looking at both hands in surprise as if she can’t believe she’s free. When recognition sets in, she hops to her feet and runs over to rip open the door. I follow her sedately as she races down the hall. I suppose she thinks she is going to find an exit, but the Chapel is a maze of rooms, and there is only one way out. Unfortunately for her, it is well guarded.

Lars, who was standing guard at the door, peers at the girl’s back as she runs away from us. “Do I need to fetch her?”

“No.”

“Get the information that you need?”

“Yes and no.”

He nods and then after a moment, “Should I send her back to Santino?”

“Of course not. She’s mine now.”

CHAPTER 2

ANGEL

My heart races as I run down the long, beautiful hallway with stained glass windows and overdone art with frames that look like they weigh more than I do. A sadness hits me that I can’t stop to appreciate their beauty, but this may be my only chance to escape.

I swear this place looks like it has been dropped out of Rome or something. Not that I’ve ever been. The closest I’ll ever get will be Google Earth and what I’ve read in books. My imagination will have to suffice because I definitely don’t have the means for a trip like that.

A rush of relief fills me when I hit the end of the hallway. I can either go left or right. I follow my instincts and go right. They’ve never failed me before, so I’m hoping that luck stays with me. I glance behind me but don’t see the priest guy anywhere in sight. I pick up my pace anyway, making sure to keep ahead of him. It’s not long before the end of the hallway is upon me. I choose to go right again.

I try to take in my surroundings as I continue to walk. Light pours in from the doors in front of me. I take off on a dead run again. I hold my hands out to push through them. Unable to help myself, I glance behind me as the doors fall closed but don’t see anyone.

I smirk. I made it. The sun warms my face. I drop my head back to look up. Glass covers the ceiling, letting the light pour in.

“The hell.” I glance around. A fountain sits in the center of a garden. Flowers overflow the giant encased room. I haven’t escaped. “Fuck.”

“That’s no way to speak inside of a church.” I spin around to see the priest that I thought let me go but obviously not. It was all a game.

“Are you even a priest or preacher?” I growl. To be honest, I don’t know the difference. A few foster parents I had growing up dragged us to church here and there. It was hard to believe when I saw the awful things they did, but still every Sunday they’d go and pray away their sins.

Bullshit. They could pray till the day they die, and I’ll still remember some of the things I saw them do. They should be given no forgiveness. Jail or death would be the only suitable outcomes for them.

“I try to keep the peace.”

I knew it. There is no way this guy is a real priest. He is way too handsome to be celibate. They’re supposed to be celibate, right? That’s how it works. They’re married to their God from what I know. Actually, I think some of them can get married, but I don’t see a ring on his finger.



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