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 can taste beer on his breath, and I know they must have won their football game and celebrated before he came home with Law. His tongue enters my mouth and caresses mine. He tilts my head to the side, deepening the kiss, taking away my breath.

I want to push him away and knee him in the balls, knowing what he did with Jamie. But I have to shove those thoughts down. Dolls aren’t meant to feel, Law had said, and he was right. Feelings show that I care, and I don’t. If he wants me to fuck Law, then I’ll do it. And I’ll make sure that Scout knows I enjoy it. He’ll get jealous. Eventually, he’ll get tired of it, and when he does, I’ll walk away from him, laughing in his face. Letting him see what he fucked up.

He pulls away too soon, and he removes my towel. His knuckles slide over my bare chest and to my breasts. My nipples harden on their own. He steps away, and that’s when I notice Law no longer sits on the bench. He’s actually moved it over in front of the French doors. An open backpack sits on my bed, and Law is tying rope around each bedpost at the end of the bed.

“Scout …” I swallow.

“Don’t be nervous,” he whispers in my ear.

“I’m not,” I lie.

“Good.” He trails his lips down my neck. “Lie down. Head at the foot of the bed.”

I get onto the bed and do as I’m told. Law stands at the foot of the bed and grabs me by the arms, pulling me so my head is practically hanging off the end. Then he takes my right wrist and ties the rope around it tightly before doing the same with the left. Stretching them out wide.

Scout comes to stand at the foot of the bed by my head. “Scout.” I suck in a deep breath and lift my hips as he slips something over my eyes, taking away my sight, and I have a moment of panic. The thought of that stupid Vanessa doll tied up on my bed and unable to see or breathe.

“Open your legs.” I think Law orders. I can’t tell. It’s hard to hear over the blood rushing in my ears.

I pull my knees up and let them fall to the sides. Something cold is rubbed over my clit, and I lick my lips, wondering what in the hell that could be.

Then someone places my earbuds back in my ears, and seconds later, “Nails” By Call Me Karizma blares in my ears.

CHAPTER THIRTY

HENLEY

MONDAY MORNING, I’M dragging ass into school. I literally need a weekend from my weekend. I think my jaw is dislocated. Is that even a thing? It pops every time I open it. My throat is sore. My thighs ache, and don’t even get me started on my pussy. Pretty sure my body is still having aftershocks from the orgasms.

They used me all fucking weekend. Not that I’m complaining. I came so hard I cried. Fucking cried at one time. It didn’t concern them or slow them down in the least. I was tied to the bed, cuffed on the floor, and one time, I was zip-tied in the shower, just to name a few ways. They used me like a two-dollar hooker, and they were going to get their money’s worth.

I lean my forehead against my locker and close my eyes, enjoying the coolness it provides on my skin. I think I have a fever, and I’m exhausted.

“Hey, gorgeous.” My ass is slapped, but I don’t have to look to know it’s Law. “Tired?” he jokes.

“Go away,” I mumble. Pulling away from my locker, I open it up when I see Scout approach us. I swallow and flinch.

“You okay?” he asks, noticing.

“Yeah, my throat is just sore.”

Law places his shoulder up against the locker next to mine and gives me a satisfied smile. “Swallowing dick will do that to you.”

I turn to fully face him. “Know this from experience?”

He ignores me and frowns. “What’s this?” He points out the fact I have covered my hickeys with makeup.

“Hiding your battle scars?” Scout questions.

“Hey, we put a lot of work into those.” Law pouts.

I ignore him and speak to Scout. “Yes, I’m hiding my slut stickers.” I go to walk away, but he grabs my arm to stop me.

“You’re not a slut, Henley. You’re our slut.”

“What’s the difference?”

He steps into me, lowering his voice. “If we find out that you spread your legs for anyone but us, you will know the difference.”

I look away from his hard gaze and see Lacey down at the other end of the hall. She’s pressed against her locker, books in her clenched arms, and she’s staring up at two guys wide-eyed.

“Hey?” I call out and go to walk that way, but Law has already noticed and is headed in their direction. Scout’s hand on my arm prevents me from following.



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