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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“You’ll what? Come?”

She closes her eyes tightly and whimpers once more, but her body presses into mine as her fingers dig into my arm. She’s holding on for dear life.

I step back, pull her from the door, and turn her to face the bathroom mirror, wrapping my arm around her neck from behind. “Watch yourself, Lake. Watch yourself get off with nothing but a butt plug up your ass.” I hold up the remote and turn it on full blast. I also take away her air at the same time, knowing if I don’t, she’ll be screaming so loud they’ll hear her.

This part of the restaurant is reserved for her family. Her daddy fucking owns this hotel. I’m sure her parents are out there right now trying to hear whatever we have to say. And although I want them to know I’ve made her my whore, now that we’re here, I’d rather not have them hear her come for me. That’s for my ears only.

I lean down, whispering in her ear. “It’s okay to like it, Lake. It won’t be long before you beg me to fuck your ass.” This is also why I didn’t allow her to come earlier when I fucked her pussy in the bathroom. I wanted it to build and for her to explode when I finally allowed her this privilege.

She swallows, her hands coming up and gripping my shirt once again. This time trying to pull my arm away so she can breathe. I hold it in place.

Her lips are parted, hips rocking back and forth, and the thin material of her dress displays her hard nipples. I want to bend her over and bury myself inside her pussy but that’s not what tonight is about. It’s to prove just how much power I have over her without my dick. With a simple flick of a wrist, I can have her begging me.

Her eyes grow heavy, dark, thick lashes fluttering, and her body stiffens against mine. Her arms drop to her sides, and I loosen my hold on her neck just as she comes. She’s gasping for air when I remove my arm from around her neck completely, and her head sags as her hands flatten out on the counter.

I gently gather her hair off her back, and she raises her head, her narrowed eyes meeting mine in the mirror. “You’re a fucking bastard,” she says through gasps, trying to catch her breath.

I pull on her hair, not enough to be rough but enough that she stands. I turn her to face me and cup her cheeks, loving how flushed her face looks. “That’s no way to talk to your husband who just got you off.”

She bares her straight white teeth at me, and I smile.

“What do you say?” I ask her.

“Fuck you,” she snaps, panting.

I bite back a smile. Leaning forward, I kiss her forehead and say, “You’ll learn to be more appreciative of my kindness, little darling.”

LAIKYN

I fall into the passenger seat of his car that the valet had waiting for us outside the Minson Hotel. After I came in the bathroom, we sat back down with my parents. All I could think about was the cum-covered underwear I had on. It was more awkward than it had been in the beginning. I felt like they could see it written all over my face. My father couldn’t stop looking at my choker. My mother drank herself into a drunken stupor, but that was nothing new. She’s been drunk most of my childhood. It got worse after Whitney passed, though.

Tyson gets into the car and drives off.

I cross my arms over my chest, pissed at him. But what did I expect? I should have known he had an ulterior motive to even take me out in public. Some of me thought he was taking me out on some kind of date. Fuck that. He wanted to show me off. Show his power off. He only married me in the first place to throw it in my parents’ faces.

For a second, I was the dumb bitch I swore I’d never be. The same one that he turned my sister into. Well, that won’t happen again.

Thankfully, he remains silent while we drive back to Blackout. I want to ask him about initiation but refrain from doing so. He’d probably lie to me anyway. My mother was right—a Lady has to be initiated. I’m not sure if he was telling the truth or not about me not having to. I’d rather not know, honestly.

If I’m given an assignment, I’ll make sure to do whatever the fuck it is. That’d be an easy out for him—me failing at initiation. I would never willingly give him that kind of gratification.

Pulling up to Blackout, he parks in his designated spot and turns off the car. I get out and make my way over to the door. I have to wait for him to punch in the code to open the back door because I don’t know it. The thundering bass vibrates my heels and I make my way to the elevator, knowing I’ve got to go upstairs to change into my work outfit.


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