The Wallflower (Ruthless Disciples #1) Read Online J.L. Beck

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, College, Dark, Sports, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Ruthless Disciples Series by J.L. Beck
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Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 127146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
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But today, I know she's not at the hospital, so she has no fucking excuse to leave me sitting here waiting on her ass. Not when there are five hundred other things I could be doing. Like trying to figure out how to get my father back out of my business. Or figure out what the fuck is going on with Sebastian.

One of the football players walks by the table and nods, extends his hand for a fist bump, then keeps moving through the library. What is it about this place? It doesn’t matter what day I come into this place. There is never any level of privacy. Why does my little wallflower like it here so much? I know she studies here often, even when she's not tutoring. I decide I'll ask her once I've punished her for keeping me waiting. Ten minutes later, she finally shows up. She slings her bag to the floor beside the cubicle I know she prefers, and then she claps her books onto the table, and a hard crack resonates through the room.

“Wallflower?"

She turns to glare at me but then sits with a huff and begins to dig into her bag.

I lean in and lower my voice. "What the fuck is your problem? You are the one who canceled on me, after taking my money up front for that matter, and then you have the nerve to leave me sitting here waiting, and once you finally deign to show your face, you give me an attitude. Start talking."

She sits up straight, and I have to pull back so my face doesn’t smack against her shoulder.

"What do you want from me? I'm here, aren't I? Now, are we studying or not?"

I pull the edge of my book and let it slap against the table, not even looking at it, just keeping eye contact with her. "I've been here and ready to study, but you've been absent. I didn't realize I needed to fit into your calendar now that I'm your client. And I better be your only fucking client, or that money I gave you is going to disappear pretty fucking fast."

Something like panic enters her eyes now. "No, you're right. I'm sorry. I'm just having a bad couple of days, okay? Let's just get to work, and I'll stay here with you as long as you want me to."

I slam the book shut again and lean toward her. "Excuse me?"

Her forehead crinkles as she meets my eyes. "What? I said I'll stay as long as you want me to." Her voice is gentle, placating, and it only pisses me off more.

I grit my teeth and continue to keep my voice low. "You fucking show up here and act like this, and what? You think I'm just going to roll over and lick your hand in thanks?"

Her eyes go wide, and realization seeps into her features. "Oh, look, this has nothing to do with you." Her attitude comes back in full force. "Not everything is about you, oh mighty football god."

"And now you're going to sass me. What the fuck, Maybel?" I hiss.

Her eyes go wide at my use of her full name. "What do you want, then?"

"An explanation, not half-assed excuses." Of course I know about her mother already, but I want to hear it from her. I want her to give me the truth, so I don't have to take it.

"I mean...I was busy."

"Busy?"

Her eyes narrow into slits, and she leans in so close we could almost kiss. "Yes, busy. Is that a vocabulary word we need to go over?"

I clench my fists, slide one over the back of her chair and angle so my chest is almost brushing her shoulder. "Watch it, wallflower, or I'm going to give you another introduction to punishment. And I know you don't want that to happen right here, right now."

Before she can react, I slide my hand under her skirt and cup it tight against her panty-covered cunt. "Or maybe you do want it. Maybe you liked how I used your body, and you're hoping to earn another punishment from me."

She squirms now, the anger in her eyes fanning to panic. "What...no...I never said I liked it?"

"Oh, you never said it. You never said it with the way that pretty little pussy milked my cock, or how you screamed for me as I did you? What's that saying, actions speak louder than words?"

She gulps hard, and I watch her throat working, wanting to wrap my fingers tight around the length of it. Watch her struggle as I cut off her air so that I'm the only reason she's breathing.

"Give me the real reason you blew me off, and I'll let you go," I whisper.

She squirms, and I can feel the heat of her pussy against my palm. My little wallflower wants me as much as I want her. She just hasn't accepted it yet.


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