Dirty Rival (Scandalous Billionaires #6) Read Online Lisa Renee Jones

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Erotic, Insta-Love Tags Authors: Series: Scandalous Billionaires Series by Lisa Renee Jones
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Total pages in book: 224
Estimated words: 215705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1079(@200wpm)___ 863(@250wpm)___ 719(@300wpm)
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I am officially lost. I need him right now. I don’t care about his caveman attitude. I know that comes from his fear, the same fear I’m feeling. We just found each other. We don’t want to lose each other. I just want to feel him right now. I just want to escape with him.

He steps into me and presses his lips to my ear. “You will do what I say,” he orders, and this time his hand smacks my backside and before I can even complete my gasp, he’s turned me around and he’s kissing me, which might as well mean drugging me. This man is consuming on a normal day, but this angry and intense, he’s a beast with demands and I just give in. I stop thinking about his words and focus on his hands, his mouth, his cock that is somehow out of his pants. I reach down and stroke it.

He turns me again, and my hands land on the chair, and then he’s pressing inside me, driving hard and fast, thrusting, pumping, grinding. He’s wild and hot and he leans over me, his body arching over mine, his hand back on my breasts as he pushes into me, and when he tugs and pinches my nipple, he sends me over the edge. I cry out and he pumps, my sex clenching around him with a hard spasm, followed by another. He lets out a low, guttural groan and drives deep, shuddering into release. He lowers his head to my shoulder, and he doesn’t linger. He pulls out and then he’s lifting me, carrying me toward the bathroom, clearly in caveman mode.

Once he’s set me on the bathroom sink, he doesn’t waste a lot of time getting to the point. He hands me a towel and plants his hands on either side of me. “I’m not in a good place.”

I press my hands to his face. “You’re right here with me. Make that a good place.”

“Do what I say. That’s a start to a good place.”

“I’m not leaving, Reid. That’s not a start at all.”

He stares at me for several beats and then pushes off the counter to leave. He just walks away. His words: I want to hurt him before he hurts you, has my adrenaline spiking and I scoot off the sink, hurrying after him. I find him in the living room, pulling on his T-shirt. “Talk to me, Reid.”

“I’ll be back,” he says, heading for the door.

I’m naked and I don’t care. Once again I race after him, finding him headed toward the door and somehow I manage to plant myself in front of his big body before he gets there. “Where are you going?” I demand, pressing my hands to his chest.

“You do know you’re naked, right?”

“I’m quite clear on the fact that I’m naked, and in all kind of ways with you, Reid Maxwell. So, I repeat: Where are you going?”

“For a walk.”

“You don’t even have a coat and you’re too angry. You’ll end up at Elijah’s home.”

“I don’t know where Elijah lives, Carrie, and I don’t like that you assume that I do.”

“I know very well that you know his address,” I counter. “He’s an enemy and you don’t leave yourself blind with an enemy. I know you know how to hurt someone. I know that you can be cold and hard and I know you want to hurt him for me, but don’t. Don’t do this for me.”

“I’m taking a walk. The end.” He literally picks me up, sets me aside and in several long strides, grabs his jacket and opens the door. “Come lock up.” And then he’s gone. He left me alone after the eruption with Elijah, which feels off.

I hurry forward, and I want to go after him, but I can’t. I’m naked. I lock the door. Right as Kesha appears at my feet, I run for the living area where my clothes are but hunt first for my phone. Once I find it, I dial Royce. “He left. He said he’s taking a walk, but I think he’s going after Elijah.”

“I’ll handle it,” Royce assures me. “Don’t you even think about going after him. Wait there.” He disconnects.

Chapter ninety-six

Reid

Leaving Carrie isn’t easy, not now or ever, but right now, I have ten shades of anger going on, and a hell of a lot of baggage in my head, the kind that makes me cut my enemy and win. With her in danger, and she is, I need to hold onto those feelings. Carrie won’t let me. She changes me and it’s all good, except right now with Elijah. I don’t give a fuck about his mental health. I care about Carrie and I need to act now, but in a smart, calculated, and cold way.

I exit our apartment and wait until I hear her turn the locks before I start walking. Once I’m a good distance from the door, out of any chance of being heard, I pull my phone from my pocket and dial Royce. “Make sure Carrie doesn’t leave the apartment alone.”



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