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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No, not a wall. A person.

I stumble backward, and big hands reach for me, circling my biceps and keeping me from falling over. My skin burns where he touches me, and his fingers gently press into my flesh. I look up at him, my eyes moving slowly over his fucking disturbingly handsome features: that sharp jaw and high cheekbones. Those penetrating dark eyes that will me to spill all my secrets or else. It’s getting harder to tell myself I’m not attracted to him. I shake the thoughts away before I can get distracted further.

"What are you doing here? I thought I was meeting you at the library?" I attempt to take a step back, but I’m trapped between the door and him. The energy rolling off him makes me nervous. Did something happen? I’m ready to ask him, my lips parting, when he descends on me. His mouth slams against mine, and my brain momentarily short-circuits. Those big hands of his move from my arms to the back of my neck and hip, their path leaving a blaze of heat on my skin. A shiver ripples through me, and his tongue slips inside my mouth, tangling with my own.

I whimper as the kiss assaults me both physically and mentally. Holy hell, can he kiss. At his mercy, I clutch onto his jacket and let him devour me from the inside out. Drew terrifies me, not because of his actions, but because of the way his actions make me feel. In his arms, I’m so much more than the nerdy girl. I kiss him back with the same fever he kisses me with. The entire building could be burning to the ground, and I wouldn’t notice, not with his lips on mine.

The spell breaks a moment later when he pulls back, leaving me dazed and limp. His other arm snakes around my waist to hold me in place. I peer up at him and notice the dilation of his pupils and how much darker his eyes are.

"I need you. Let’s go inside.”

His deep timbre reaches something inside me, and I stumble as he urges me forward but doesn't release me from his grasp. What the hell is going on? Inside the main room of the suite, my ass bumps against the dining room table, and he gives it a fond smile.

"Put your bag down. We aren't studying today. Just—" He pulls me into his arms again and steals another brutal kiss from me. This time, his searing kiss is harder, leaving my lips swollen and wet.

"What..." I'm a little stunned, and my eyes flutter open. "What's going on?"

Drew is breathless, his cheeks a soft pink, his gaze frenzied. He looks exactly how I feel. "Nothing. I wanted to see you."

"We were about to see each other at the library in like ten minutes. Why..."

Like an animal stalking its prey, he pounces on me and slants his mouth against mine. In a haste, he pulls my bag off my shoulder, and it falls to the floor with a thunk. I’m about to pull away and remind him how expensive textbooks are, but then his fingers grip onto the hem of my hoodie, and suddenly he’s lifting it. I have to wiggle to make sure my bun doesn't get caught in the neck hole. With it out of the way, he tosses it across the room.

I hear some glasses tink together, but keep my eyes on him. It's dangerous to take your eyes off him when he's like this. A predator, ready to attack. His eyes drop to the tight T-shirt I’m wearing. It's got the school logo across the chest, worn and faded from too many washes.

“Fuck, you look beautiful. Have I ever told you that?” The words come out in a flurry.

I shake my head, feeling vulnerable with the way he’s looking at me like I’m a piece of porcelain. This is different, and I’m not sure I like it. His hands smooth down the length of my body, stopping at the waistband of my jeans. “As sexy as you look with these jeans on, I’d rather see them on the floor and my cock stuffed inside your pussy. Fucking you will make me forget, make it better.”

The lustful haze in my brain lingers, but the end of his sentence snaps me out of it. This isn’t right. It’s not just the sex part. It’s the urgency, the deep-seated need. He’s using my body to cope with something, using sex to forget. I wrap my hands around his wrists to stall him.

"Wait, Drew. What's going on? What's wrong?"

His expression shifts from abject need to cold indifference. I can see the walls coming up again. Every time I think I’m getting closer to seeing the real him, he disappears behind his mask.


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