The Good Side of Wrong – Blurred Lines Read Online Jenika Snow

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Forbidden, Taboo, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 65210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
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I could see the fear moving back into her face, washing away her anger.

“And when that time came where you could be on your own–independent–you’d throw yourself at my feet and beg me to stay with you. But I’d kick you away, sweet girl. I’d leave you to fend for yourself a broken doll.”

The tears welled in her eyes before they slipped down her cheeks. I couldn’t stop myself as I leaned in and licked at that salty flavor. I hummed and said, “the only thing sweeter than your tears is your pussy.”

I let her go now and she stumbled back, gripping her wrist to her chest.

“Watching your demise wouldn’t be as sweet as if it were Zachariah’s, but sometimes life doesn’t give you what you want.”

Although she cried, she looked completely pissed at me. Her anger was an aphrodisiac and I made a low sound of pleasure, letting her see what a degenerate and fiend I was.

“Your trauma isn’t a reason to give that to others.” She swiped angrily at her tears. I wanted to lick them off, take them into my body “One day you’re going to realize that not everybody’s out to get you. You’re going to look back on the things you’ve done—the people you’ve hurt—and you’re going to feel regret.”

I chuckled low. “Doubtful, Princess. Keep thinking I can be the hero if it makes you feel better about enjoying the way I fuck you.”

She shook her head slowly and gave her own humorless laugh. “Hades… I never saw you as the hero of any story.” She closed her eyes and laughed again. “How stupid I was to fall for the villain.”

With that she turned and left and I couldn’t move, couldn’t even breathe as I watched her retreating form.

The house was still and dark, and the lack of her presence was so strong I felt it in my very marrow.

For a moment I couldn’t move. Everything crashed around me. The world felt like it was opening up, threatening to swallow me whole.

I looked around the room at all the expensive paintings. None of this meant anything. I mean nothing.

I saw red and started tearing through the room, breaking anything I could wrap my hand around and throwing them against the wall, hearing glass shattering.

I ripped the drapes from their rod, and tore the lamp off the bedside table before throwing it against the wall. All I heard was the blood rushing in my head. All I felt was this darkness that should’ve been familiar but wasn’t in that moment.

When my destruction tapered off, I stood by the bed panting, huffing, my hands curled into fists.

I wanted to bring them to my nose and inhale her sweet scent. I wanted to chase after Persephone, throw her over my shoulder, and bring her back to our room so I could fuck her again.

I’d make her tell me it didn’t matter how bad I was, or how she was too good for a motherfucker like me. It didn’t matter because she wanted me regardless.

“How stupid I was to fall for the villain.”

I stared at the door she’d just left out of, wanting to go to her. But I knew what had just happened was for the best. It was better this way… her hating me. It was good for her to see the despicable creature that I was.

But if that’s the case… why did everything seem impossible now?

Chapter 28

Persephone

It had been two weeks since the incident at the party.

It had only been two days since the blow-up with Hades where I’d walked away from him. But I still heard those cruel words echoing in my head.

I knew he hadn’t meant them, but that didn’t mean they hadn’t cut me deep.

The next day, when I’d been sure he’d left for work, I went into his room to get my things. I’d come across a war zone of tossed-over furniture, broken glass, and clothes scattered everywhere.

The state of the room told me how volatile he was. It told me how much he hurt.

I figured both of us needed a little cooling down period. I couldn’t even imagine how much pain he was in after baring himself to me that way.

Those who hurt seek to hurt others in defense.

And as much as I wanted to give him space, no matter the horrible things he’d admitted to me and said in retaliation because of his pain, I missed him.

He hadn’t texted me or called. And I hadn’t seen him in passing in that entire time.

But I wouldn’t let him shut me out, wouldn’t let him keep that wall up he’d perfected his entire life. Not with me.

We need to talk.

I believe you.

I want to help you.

I miss you.

My texts had gone unanswered, which I wasn’t surprised about, but it didn’t sting any less.



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