Villains Are Made (Gods Among Men #1) Read Online Alta Hensley

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, BDSM, Billionaire, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Gods Among Men Series by Alta Hensley
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Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
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I fold over the leather of the belt in my hand and approach.

“I warned you, princess.”

She remains silent, though I can see how hard she’s breathing and can almost hear the inaudible curses going on in her head. Part of me wants to listen to each and every one. I find her strength and fire damn sexy, even though my fucking nose throbs and could very well be broken.

The sound of leather on her backside is truly a beautiful sound. Lash after lash, I bring the belt down upon her naked ass.

Primal, raw, forbidden and yet so old-fashioned and pure.

Her body tenses with every whip of my belt, and she raises up on her toes, but she doesn’t plead for mercy. I think stronger men twice her size would have already cried out for me to stop.

But not Daphne.

I can hear her gasps with every blow of my leather, and I can see her flinching, but she never begs. She can’t move because of Johnny’s hold, but a part of me believes she would have submitted to my belting regardless of if I held her in place or not.

As welts are forming on her white cheeks, I decide I will cut this discipline short. We still have a lot to accomplish, and I don’t trust being out in the open for long. That, and my cock is raging hard, and if I don’t stop now, I’ll have to plunge it deep inside of her right here on the hood of the car. I’m a dirty, kinky bastard, but I’m not up for fucking in front of one of my men.

“If I stop, are you going to behave?” I ask, ready to bring the belt down again if I have to.

She nods.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Yes,” she says with a sound of defeat in her voice and also visible with how she lies on the hood fully with all her weight.

“Take off her dress,” I order Johnny as I place my belt back through the hoops of my pants.

Johnny does so with zero fight from Daphne. I have whipped her into submission…for now. I know that submission only lasts for so long, and I will need to force it upon her again soon enough.

I stand before her, locking my eyes with hers even though the sight of Daphne standing here completely nude nearly takes my breath away.

Is it necessary to have Daphne completely naked in order for her to obey me?

No.

But it sure as hell doesn’t hurt.

“I’m not a man you can fuck with,” I warn. “Clearly, I’ve never taught you this lesson.”

I see her bite her lip, and I can see the “fuck you” blaze in her eyes, but she remains poised.

“Are you going to kill me?” she asks quietly. “I know it’s what your family wants. Your father expects it.”

“Death is not always the worst thing that can be done to someone,” I answer.

Noticing she doesn’t have any shoes on, I scoop her up and cradle her in my arms without hesitation.

She doesn’t resist or fight me. She simply turns her head to stare out ahead as I walk toward the chopper. Yes, she is submissive for now… Or she’s putting on one hell of a show that she is.

“Bring the car back to the house,” I call over my shoulder to Johnny. “I’ll let you know if I need anything while at Heathens Hollow.”

Chapter

Fourteen

Daphne

I hear the whispers of death as we enter the manor.

I have always felt this way every time we came here for an event, but this time is different. This time the whispers are coming for me.

Forget the fact I am naked, I have no shoes on, and I have just been humiliated by my husband, I am now walking into my coffin of my own free will. I’ve given up the fight, and I’m ashamed that I have. I’d like to say it’s because I’m calculating. Or I’m scheming a way out of this, and all that may be true deep down in my soul. But right now, as Apollo ushers me up the large winding staircase, I’m fucking scared.

I know it’s his bedroom, even though I’ve actually never spent the night in Olympus Manor. We always left right after a family affair. I always got the feeling Apollo wanted to leave the property as soon as we could. We never made ourselves at home in the family estate. I always got the same feeling from his siblings as well. They arrived because Troy ordered them to, but none of them appeared happy to be present.

A large king-size bed, mahogany dressers, full-length mirror, an oriental rug, and a brown leather chair by a small table and lamp are in this room. It’s the kind of room that belongs inside a mansion or some rich-person’s penthouse. It doesn’t have the haunted, gothic elegance of the main part of the manor.



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