Make You Beg Read Online Shantel Tessier

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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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“And she was going to leave with Monroe?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know if she had all the details worked out. She would have gone anywhere he did if he had let her.”

I run a hand down my face. “I had no idea it was serious. Hell, the first time I ever saw them together was that night.”

“Yeah, well I always thought that Dax was a good guy. Full of himself, but a decent human being.” She lowers her voice. “Until after that.”

“Me too,” I mumble to myself and pour us both another drink.

She sighs heavily, looking down at her wet shirt.

“Would you like some dry clothes?” I ask as the thunder rattles the walls.

“That would be great.” She gives me a thoughtful smile.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

HENLEY

THE CLOCK ON the wall in the den reads a quarter till eleven. We’ve been drinking for so long that my lips are numb, and my mind is stuck in a haze. The room spins, and I’m pretty sure I could get sick at any moment.

The smart TV is on with Spotify blaring “Let You Go” by Machine Gun Kelly through the surround sound speakers. We finished off the bottle of vodka and moved on to tequila. I’m going to feel like shit tomorrow.

“I’ll be right back,” she slurs before running out of the room, but she almost trips over the corner of the carpet.

“Okay.” I laugh and kneel in front of the liquor cabinet. “Who’s next?” I ask myself as I eye all the bottles.

Just as I reach for the Jim Beam, the music stops playing. I stand and see the TV is turned off completely. Did the storm take out the electricity? My drunk ass realizes the lights are still on. And I think it stopped storming hours ago.

Walking around the bar, I make it over to the coffee table and pick up the remote. I have to squint to look over all the buttons. After making a good guess, it begins to play. I spin around to go back to the bar when a hand slaps over my mouth and another one wraps around my waist, almost picking my feet up off the floor.

My hands come up to pull them away as I try to scream, but nothing comes out, and their grip just tightens.

“Shh,” a familiar voice whispers in my ear. “I wanted you to hear the best part.”

Moments later, I hear a shrill scream come from upstairs, and knowing that it’s Lacey, I begin to fight with what little strength I have.

Law holds me in place as Dax enters the den, dragging her behind him by her hair. Bringing her around to his front, he too slaps a hand over her mouth and pulls her back to his chest.

Thrashing around trying to free myself doesn’t do me any good. In my drunken state, I’m already exhausted. But then Law let’s go of me. I stumble forward and spin around to face him. “You son of a …” My words die when I catch sight of Scout sitting on the couch. How long has he been sitting there?

Scanning the room, I see Rellik sitting in the recliner by the wall, typing away on his phone.

“What are you … why are you here? Get the fuck out!” I shout.

“We’re here because you owe me a little something,” Scout states, and my stomach drops.

No, no, no, this can’t be happening. I shake my head. “I don’t owe you shit!”

“You don’t even know what I want yet.” He smiles.

“I have an idea. Get the fuck out.” I begin to walk toward Lacey to save her from Dax.

Law reaches out and grabs me, bringing me to his front once again. “Why don’t you enlighten us. Hmm? What do we want, doll?”

I close my lips tightly and refuse to say anything. Not letting them see what I’ve been thinking about ever since I returned home. How my knees shake with need. How my pussy tightens with anticipation. And how my nipples harden anytime I hear his voice. Once they realize how I still feel about Scout, they’ll all use it against me.

“Oh, come on, beautiful. Tell us what we already know you want,” Law urges. He runs his hand through my hair. It’s dried over the hours, but it’s a tangled mess because I haven’t brushed it since we got home. “How long has it been since you’ve been fucked?”

My heart begins to race at his question. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” Way too long. But I don’t tell them that.

Law chuckles. “I have a bet with Scout that you’ve been with at least five other guys while you were gone.”

I don’t want them to know that the only two men to ever touch me are both currently in this room. I’d rather them think I’m a whore, especially after what they saw me do with Datson.



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