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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“Who’s there?” she cries out.

We step down onto the last step, and he shines the light around the open basement to find her lying just how she was on the phone, facedown with her hands tied behind her back.

“Hi, baby,” I say with a smile.

“No, no, no,” she says brokenly. “Please no …”

She rolls over onto her back and sits up. Getting to her feet, she runs to the stairs, thinking that the door is unlocked. I let her go past me, knowing Law will stop her.

GRAYSON LAW

“Whoa,” I say, reaching out and wrapping an arm around the woman, stopping her from running up the stairs.

She screams out, and I spin her around to face Monroe. Her tied wrists are pressed into my front as I hold her back to me.

“Let me go.” She twists in my arms.

I hold her tighter as Monroe walks up to us and grips the collar of her shirt. He rips it open, sending her buttons flying.

She kicks her feet out, trying to hit him while she screams at the top of her lungs.

I slap my free hand over her mouth, holding her head to my chest. Her heavy breathing fills the room, and he yanks her slacks down her legs.

He takes her from my hands and drags her over to a mattress in the far corner. I pick up the flashlight I had dropped and walk over to the other side of the room. I find an old metal chair, spin it around and straddle it backward. I pick up the cell phone off the floor and go through it. Once I’ve done what I need, I look up and watch them. He’s got her facedown with her ass up in the air, her back arched painfully. His knees hold hers far apart, leaving her naked and open for him. His right hand is fisted in her hair, holding her face to the mattress while his free hand comes up. He spits on his fingers and then rubs them over her pussy. Without wasting another second, he unzips his jeans, pulls out his cock, and shoves it into her.

He begins to fuck her fully dressed with his mask still on.

Her cries and fight turn to moans and compliance as he makes sure she gets hers while I keep the light on them.

It doesn’t last all that long, but that’s the point. There’s no need for foreplay when you’re forcing it.

She cries out into the basement as she comes, and he thrusts a few more times before releasing himself.

He pulls out of her and stands, shoving his wet cock back into his jeans. And she moans, flattening out her body. “God, Dax.” She sighs. “I thought your friend was going to join us.”

I snort. “I’m not touching you.”

She stiffens as Monroe leans down, grips her arm, and yanks her to her feet. He takes his knife and cuts the rope that she had somehow tied herself with once she arrived.

“What’s going on?” she demands, looking up at him as she rubs her wrists.

He wraps his hand around her throat and spins her around, pointing up at the far corner of the room. “See that?”

“What … what the hell is that?” Her voice rises with panic when she finally notices the red blinking light.

“It’s a camera,” he states, letting her go.

“What the hell, Dax!” she snaps, turning to face him. “You recorded us?”

“Maybe you should have thought about that before you slept with your student,” I offer.

Britney Shephard glares over at me. “What we do is none of your business.”

I can’t help but laugh. It’ll be hard to ever take her serious again since I’ve seen her naked. “It is when you fuck with what’s ours.”

“What is he talking about?” She looks at Monroe.

“I told you to lay off Henley,” he grinds out. “And instead, you’ve gone after her more.”

She crosses her arms over her chest. “She tried to have you put away …”

“I know that!” he snaps, shutting her up. “And I’ve told you to fucking lay off! So, lay. The. Fuck. Off.”

“Dax.”

“If you don’t, I will take the recording of you showing up an hour ago, tying yourself up and lying down on the floor as you waited for me to come fuck you.”

I shake my head, making a tsking sound. “Your husband will not be happy.”

The color drains from her face. “But you’ll incriminate yourself. You wouldn’t do that.”

“Wanna bet?” he asks, stepping into her. “All I have to do is share every message you’ve sent me. I’m innocent here. You took advantage of me.”

“We both know that’s not true,” she argues.

“That’s how everyone will see it,” I add. “Especially after I say you have been messaging me dirty pictures as well.” I hold up her cell that she had left on the floor where she lay down and waited for Dax to show up. “You really should lock it. I love the one you sent your husband yesterday while sitting at your desk after school. Your underwear sure was wet. Was that from him or from you imagining Dax coming in, gagging you, tying you up, and bending you over your desk, forcing you to take his cock up your ass?”



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