Make You Beg Read Online Shantel Tessier

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, New Adult, Romance, Sports, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 154691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 619(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
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I pull my lips from his and arch my neck and back, letting out a moan as his hips thrust into me, making my breath quicken. He kisses down my neck and gently bites down on my ear.

“God, Law …” I swallow as he slides both of my hands up the bed and pins them both in one on of his.

“My little doll,” he whispers hoarsely in my ear, making my pussy tighten around him. He groans. “Say it, Henley.”

“Your little doll.” I manage to get out while gasping for air. Acknowledging that I’m his is like a name carved in stone—forever there. There’s no going back. No way to undo what has been done. Law has claimed me as his, and I have accepted. Nothing else matters right now or tomorrow.

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I wake to a shrill scream. Sitting up in Law’s bed, I yank the covers up to my neck when I see Lisa standing in the middle of his room, staring at us in his bed. Together. Naked.

“Hamilton!” she snaps.

“What?” he asks, his voice gruff. Opening his heavy eyes, he looks from me to his mom. Letting out a groan, he throws his forearm over his face to shield his eyes from the light she’s turned on. “This is not the first woman you’ve caught in my bed, Mother.”

I want to be mad at that, but I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing at Lisa when her eyes widen. “This is your sister!” she says in a high-pitch tone.

“You marrying her dad doesn’t make it incest.” He snorts.

“Grayson Hamilton Law,” she snaps. “Get out of bed, put some clothes on, and march your ass downstairs. Now!”

I flinch at the door slamming shut. “She’s pissed.”

He drops his arm to his side and looks over at me. His dark hair is a mess from my hands running through it last night, and he has a hickey on his neck. We had sex several times. My body is sore but in the best way. I don’t ever want the feeling to go away.

He shifts to his side and props himself up on his elbow. His other hand cups my face. “How do you feel this morning?”

“I’m fine.” I roll my eyes. “Quit worrying about me.” He was soft last night. Well, as soft as I think Law can ever get. There was a tenderness to his kisses and touch. Even when his hips picked up and fucked me harder, there was no mistake he was taking it easy on me. “Come on,” I say and throw the covers off. “Let’s get this over with.”

We make our way downstairs to the formal dining room, and my father is sitting at the head of the table. Lisa stands beside him. Like a Queen next to her King.

I sit down next to my father, and Law takes the other end. I’m guessing he wants as much space between him and us as possible.

“This is unacceptable,” Lisa starts.

My father glares at me. “How long has this been going on?”

I let out a rough laugh, and they stare at me with worry in their eyes. “My, my, my, how the tables have turned.”

“Henley!” he snaps, slamming his fist into the table.

“Do you want to know about all of my sexual encounters?” I ask.

He shoves his chair back and stands. “I will not have you speak to me like that.”

Lisa pats his arm and looks at me. Her blue eyes seem to be more terrified than mad. “Are you guys using protection?” she asks.

“Nope,” Law answers.

My dad’s jaw sharpens.

“I’m on the shot,” I state, and Lisa reaches up to grip her pearls.

“That doesn’t protect you from diseases,” he snaps at me.

“I assure you, I’m clean,” Law adds, and his mother closes her eyes as if praying to the gods that my father doesn’t rip his head off.

He turns his back to us, staring out at the pond in the backyard, and I wonder if he is imagining drowning Law out there? “Have you seen the news?” he asks.

I frown as Law pulls his cell out of his pocket. “No,” I answer. Looking back at Law, I watch him run his hand down his face while staring at his phone. “What?” I ask.

He locks it and slams it down on the table.

“What the hell is it?” I demand, getting worried.

His blue eyes meet mine. “You’re missing.”

I blink, and I hear Lisa sigh. “I’m right here,” I say stupidly.

My father turns back around. “News broke early this morning that you’re missing. You were last seen at the Monroe fundraiser and are now a missing person. You never made it home.”

“I’m right fucking here!” I shove my chair back and stand.

“You’re dead!” He shouts at me. “And a father who has a dead child, files a police report, Henley.”



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