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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CHAPTER 8

BEL

What the hell did I get myself into?

Not only did I catch the attention of a complete psychopath but I also signed up for one of his fucked-up games. The look in his eyes tells me he's dead serious and not about to walk away or let me go...

He mentioned fucking, like all these other people, in the dirt, on the cold forest floor. Something tells me he won't make it easy on me either, and there’s no option to say no.

I swallow hard as his thumb brushes over the scrapes on my knee. His touch is tender, the complete opposite of the dark look in his eyes. He's eye level with my pussy, and I don't know how I feel about that. It's dark, so I can't tell if he's actually looking at me. Why spread me open if he's not going to look?

"What do you want?" I ask again. "Why me?"

I hate the fragileness in my voice, but he seems to revel in it. Whenever I make even the smallest noise, he closes his eyes as if savoring the sound.

He takes so long to answer that I don’t think he will answer me at all.

"I'll be honest. I'm not sure. There's just something...different about you. I'm going to see it through."

"Until...?"

"Until I'm finished."

I gulp. "Finished, like you're going to use me up and throw me away, finished?"

He snorts and rolls his eyes up to meet mine in the dark. "Until whatever fascinates me about you lets go. It'll be easiest if you just give in until then."

"But...why? You don't know me. There are plenty of other girls on campus who would go from one end of the quad to the other, sucking you off in public… And you want me...the vir..." I stop myself before I reveal too much.

Thankfully, he doesn't seem to notice I've cut myself off. Would it matter to him if I told him I was a virgin? Probably not. He’d look at it like a consolation prize. He stays kneeling by my feet and lays out his first-aid kit again. He pulls out another disinfectant wipe, and I wince as he cleans the cuts, then slathers on some antibacterial gel. The kindness he’s showing me is too much for my fragile mind at the moment, and then you add in the silence, and it’s too much to bear. I’d take his filthy words over silence right now.

“You're right. There are plenty of girls, but none of them hold my attention like you do. None of them draw me in and make me want to own them, keep them.”

"What is wrong with you? You make me sound like a fucking basketball or a damn coat. I'm a human being, not a belonging."

He bandages the cuts, and they feel better without the gritty dirt all over them, even if they sting from the cleaning. My face hurts from hitting the ground, and my hands are cut to high hell from all the times I've fallen, but it’s better than lying down and taking it. When all of this is over, I’ll at least have some sort of dignity intact.

"I promise you, you do not want to know what is wrong with me. We don’t have the time or paper for that conversation, and I’ll have you know I prefer football over basketball, in case you didn’t know that already. And just so we’re clear, you’re mine and belong to me, Maybel.” He stands to his full height and grabs me by the back of the neck, pulling my face closer to his. I find it impossible to look away even when I know I should. "You belong to me. Every whimper and moan. Every orgasm. Every single thought you have is mine. Your sweet little soul and pussy. Mine as well." His voice is low and husky, and the smell of mint fills my nostrils. A wave of dizziness slams into me, and my knees threaten to buckle beneath my weight. Fucking hell. He's serious but absolutely batshit crazy if he thinks I’ll go along with this.

I shake my head as much as I'm able with him holding me. "No. I don't belong to anyone but myself."

"Keep telling yourself that, little wallflower." His hold on the back of my neck disappears, and I suck a ragged breath of relief into my lungs to be out of his grasp. It’s short-lived when those same fingers move to my throat, his huge hand squeezing the column. "Keep telling yourself that."

I’m momentarily paralyzed, and all I can do is stare at him. Shit. He's huge. Bigger than I remember when he grabbed me in the library. His eyes darken, the green in them appearing almost black. "You’ll need to stand on your own because it’s time for me to inspect my prize."


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