The Sacrifice Read Online Shantel Tessier

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, New Adult, Suspense, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
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Looking over, I see Ryat now standing there, both of their cell phones in his hands. Turning, I make my way up the stairs, and he turns off the lights, shutting them in behind us. We walk silently through the dark woods to his house. The lights from it filter through the large floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the backyard.

Once I get inside, I go straight upstairs and undress. When I step into the shower, my body shakes with madness. Placing my bloody hands on the wall, I bow my head. I want to fucking explode.

“Where are you, little darling?” I ask desperately as my throat closes up on me.

All I ask is for her to please be alive. I can handle anything else. I just need to get her back and we’ll figure the rest out together.

Does she think I’ve given up on her? That I don’t fucking care where she is or what is happening? Probably not because I haven’t made her believe otherwise. The last time I was with her was different. I felt it, and I know she did too, but did I tell her? No. I just expected her to know.

She lies underneath me in our bed while I hover over her. My tongue licks my lips, wanting another taste of what my mouth just did between her legs. Fuck, she’s so addicting, I want to devour her over and over again.

Her hands fall from my hair and lay down by her side. She’s panting, eyes heavy, and perfect lips parted. “Tyson,” she whispers, arching her neck.

My eyes drop to her collar, and I smile, knowing she belongs to me. What started out as a symbol of ownership is now an oath of her devotion. She’ll never take it off. I may never turn it on again, but she’ll wear it regardless.

“Yeah, little darling?” I lower my lips to her slick neck and lick up to her ear before biting down on it.

She cries out, and her arms wrap around my torso to run her nails down my back. I reach between us and grab the base of my dick. I spread her legs wide open with mine and push into her soaking wet cunt, loving the way she tenses underneath me when a gasp falls from her lips.

“Fuck, Lake.” I groan, loving the way she lets me in. She’s so fucking tight that it takes my breath away.

Her legs shake as they cling to me, and I lean up, my hand wrapping around her slender neck, and pin her down while I start to fuck her. I’ve never been the kind of guy who wants to make love to his wife, and Lake isn’t the type of woman who wants her husband to go soft. She likes to be pushed to the point it’s painful. Her body comes alive for me when she gives me full control, and I love pushing her to see how far I can take it.

FIFTY-FOUR

TYSON

I walk downstairs, fresh out of the shower. I’ve been staying with Ryat and Blakely. I think it’s a way to keep an eye on me, but I don’t want to go home. We hadn’t been staying at our house for long but just the thought of going there, knowing I’ll be without my wife, makes me ill. Having to see her clothes in our closet makes me sick to my stomach. Or having to lie in our bed by myself while her pillow smells like her shampoo. I can’t do it.

So I’ve been here. Letting Blakely pretend to take care of me. She tries to get me to eat but I just push it around my plate while she watches like a hawk.

She never stops crying. I know she and Lake haven’t gotten really close over the last couple of months but the fact that she’s pregnant has also added to her emotional state.

I miss my wife, but I’m not going to sit around and cry about it. I’m going to make people bleed until I find her. I’ll let myself feel something other than rage once she’s in my arms again.

Entering their kitchen, I see a familiar face already sitting at the table. He pushes his full plate to the side. “I need to talk to you,” Gavin states.

I sit down across from him, and I watch Blakely cover her mouth at the smell of the food.

“I spoke to the coroner yesterday. He said that out of the ten bodies he received from the fire, only one was burned beyond recognition.”

“Which was?” I ask, but I already have an idea who he’s going to say.

“Who they assumed to be Bethany,” he answers.

I watched the cameras and saw my wife with Bethany in the cage before the fire started. They were still in there together when the fire took out the footage.


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