Bleeding Hearts Read online A. Zavarelli (Bleeding Hearts #1-2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Bleeding Hearts Series by A. Zavarelli
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Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 162003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 810(@200wpm)___ 648(@250wpm)___ 540(@300wpm)
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“It’s also for your protection.” His hand slid up my calf, making me shiver. “Bad things happen. I want to make sure none of those things happen to you.”

For a moment, I could almost convince myself it sounded like he cared. But then he spoke again.

“At least… not until I’m done with you,” he amended.

I clamped my mouth shut and nodded.

“The final section,” he concluded, “is that your body is mine to do with as I please. This includes any and all sexual acts, including pleasure and pain. In plain English, Brighton, that means I will fuck you any way that I want. If I give you an order, you will follow it without question. If I tell you to walk into this hotel in nothing but a pair of heels, you will obey. If I tell you to get down on your knees and suck my fucking cock for three hours straight, you will do it. Obedience is the only thing that will save you and get you what you want in this situation. Do you understand?”

My body was shaking now, and I hugged myself in an attempt to regain control. I wasn’t too proud to admit I was terrified. The coldness in this man’s voice scared me on a level I’d never known before. But I had to do it. Emotionally, I was made of Teflon. I may have been young, but I’d been through a lot in my short life, and I thought I could handle anything this man threw my way. I would do it for my brother. For my blood.

“I understand,” I whispered.

“If you fail to do as I request at any given time, I will punish you, Brighton. And I can promise you it won’t be pleasant. If it continues to be an issue, I will sever the agreement accordingly,” he repeated. “And with it, all evidence that you require.”

“Alright!” I snapped. “I get it. Stop saying that, please.”

My voice sounded desperate, but I didn’t care. I was desperate.

“Very well. Let’s get started then.”

He got up and padded across the floor, and then there was a pregnant pause of silence that threatened to engulf me. I couldn’t stop shaking. Perhaps if I had done this before, it would be different. But I figured it couldn’t hurt any worse than anything I’d already been through. Women all over the world did this every day for their profession. Surely, I could do it too. I would just think of myself as an escort. But instead of receiving money, I’d be getting a priceless gift. The gift of Brayden’s freedom.

I heard the sound of a zipper being undone followed by the rustling of clothing.

“Stand up,” he said softly. “Undress yourself for me.”

From the location of his voice, I could tell he was sitting in the chair across the room. Watching me. The distance between us felt more threatening than when he was actually touching me.

I rose on trembling legs, lifting my dress up without any kind of finesse.

“Slowly,” he chided.

The soft cotton material fell back to my knees, and I clenched it in my fists as I drew it back up over my body. I didn’t know how to be sexy. I didn’t even want to try. But I had to fulfill his request, so I did as he asked, taking my time before I pulled it over my head and discarded it on the floor.

I stood there and waited for him to say something, anything. It took him forever.

“Now the rest.” His voice was thick, and it disarmed me.

I was wearing a simple white cotton bra and panties. There was nothing sexy about me. If anything, I looked virginal. The irony was too painful to consider.

I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra, allowing it to fall to the floor. I tamped down every instinct I had to cover my breasts as the cool air hit them, hardening my nipples. The only thing I could do was focus on the next task, shimmying out of my panties and kicking them aside.

It was all out there now. He could see every part of me. I hated it.

“Now get down on your knees and crawl to me.”

I hesitated, and this earned me a cruel reminder of his control.

“Don’t make me ask twice.”

I sank to my knees and allowed a couple tears to spill from the corners of my eyes. This was the ultimate form of humiliation, and he was getting off on treating me like an animal. I couldn’t understand how someone could be so cruel. So callous.

And yet, I crawled. The carpet burned against my knees, and when my cheek grazed his thigh, I jumped.

“So skittish,” he whispered, tangling a hand in my hair and jerking my head upward. “I like that.”

“Please don’t be rough,” I blurted.


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