The Prey Oakmount Elite Read Online J.L. Beck

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Billionaire, Contemporary, Crime, Dark, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 108721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
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Now would be the perfect opportunity to relieve myself. While she’s lying so perfectly still, so vulnerable and helpless. The perfect prey.

It wouldn’t take long for me to come. I could rub it into her skin, coat her with my seed. Mark her. Make her even more mine than she already is. Would she be confused when she woke up and found the dried residue of my cum? Disgusted?

Or turned on? My fingers brush against the button of my slacks like they’ve already made their choice.

Don’t let her win. Don’t let her gain control of you.

A tiny voice rings in my mind, an annoying reminder that snaps me out of the hazy fog of lust and back to reality. Disgust coats my insides. She’s the enemy, the very thing I need to stay away from. Touching her, even if she would never know, would only complicate things. I’d know what I did, and that would fuck me up enough in itself.

Fighting against every impulse in my body, I force myself to take a step back. I curl my fingers into my palms to alleviate the temptation to touch her.

But goddamn, she’s beautiful. Her features are delicate, tiny, and breakable.

I look away from her still body and back to the ravaged closet. Anger simmers in my blood, demanding an outlet. One that I do not have at the moment. It’s easier to allow myself to feel anger than lust for my little prey. If I lean into the anger, maybe I can forget how much I desire her in other ways.

My gaze catches on the suitcase that’s sitting on the floor, and I move to inspect the contents. At least she packed adequately. I let out a sigh and grab the pile of clothes I set aside for her earlier off the bed.

I cast her still body one last lingering glance and trudge into the closest to grab another suitcase. I toss the clothes inside, along with a few toiletries I stole from her room while I was gone, and because you can never be too prepared, I add a gun, a couple of knives, and some spare clips. I don’t anticipate trouble, but that doesn’t mean it won’t find me on its own.

Once I've gathered everything I need, I call for the driver to come grab the bags while I remain standing at the edge of the bed staring down at Elyse’s unconscious form. She'll wake up in about twelve hours with a hangover from hell. Not that it matters. It’s worth it knowing I don’t have to spend eight hours in a steel box thirty-five-thousand feet in the air listening to her whine about her animals, trivial life, and how I’ve ruined it all. In reality, she hasn't said much about it to me or how much I’ve destroyed her future, but I'm waiting for the day she blames me for the choices her father made.

Crouching by the bed, I prepare myself for what I need to do. Touching her both disgusts me and intrigues me. I grab her by the arms and lift her, tossing her over my shoulder so I can carry her out to the car. She’s as light as a feather, too light for my liking honestly, but her eating habits haven’t been my priority.

I might have to change that.

The driver averts his gaze as I bend and load her inside the back seat before sliding in behind her. I straighten in my seat and stare down at her sleeping body, slumped against the door.

“Fucking hell,” I mutter under my breath and then lean forward, yanking the seat belt around her. It gets caught on her pants, and I jerk at the fabric in frustration, jarring her small frame to the side. Thankfully, it gives way, tearing her pants a little in the process.

Not like it matters. She doesn’t pay for the uniform.

I click the buckle back into place and ease back in the seat, glancing her way only once more. She looks uncomfortable as hell, and if we got into an accident, there’s no saying she wouldn’t break her neck anyway, but at least I won’t have to listen to the fucking annoying ding of the car. It’s the only reason I buckled her in.

That’s what I tell myself, anyway

It only takes a few minutes to get to the airport. In a college town chock-full of rich criminals, there's always quick access to a safe exit.

The jet is prepared and waiting for our arrival. My agent took care of the paperwork for both of us, and it should only take about forty minutes to reach the hotel once we arrive in London, giving us just enough time to get ready for the event.

I calculate the timeframe again and again in the car as we drive to the airport. She stirs a few times, and I wonder if I should double down on the pill with a shot, but I decide against it. I know her medical history from Dr. Brooks, but I don't want her to be drugged up and drowsy during the event tonight. I don't trust her enough to leave her in the hotel by herself, and I might need to use her to get the attention of the man I seek.



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