Little Darling Read Online Jenika Snow

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Insta-Love, Kink, Novella Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 35349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
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“Say you’re mine,” he murmured, staring at my lips. “I need to hear you say it like I need my next breath.”

I was panting so hard, and I felt sweat beading my brow from… feelings I didn't want to explore. I pulled strength from the deepest, darkest ones consuming me, and I just reacted. My hand moved on its own, and then my palm connected with his face.

The crack was instant, and although he was huge and muscular, I knew I took him off guard because his head cocked to the side from the impact. I used his surprise to push him back, my palms on his wide, rock-hard chest shoving him away with all my strength.

I used the small gap between us to stand, and I struck him again, then dragged my nails down his arm where his shirt sleeve was pushed up, so I connected with bare skin. His hiss broke through the sound of my rapid breathing, my racing pulse in my ears, and the crackling of the fire.

We stood there for long seconds just staring at each other, and I flicked my gaze down to his forearm to see four red welts forming on his skin from my nails.

Hellfire crackled between us, but all I could feel was the oppressive sense that no matter how much I resisted, I was already too far gone.

And because of that, I was going to fight until this all-consuming feeling inside me finally took over against my will, when fighting was no longer an option.

And God help me when I finally submitted.

17

DOLLY

Istill felt his hand on my wrist from when he tried to stop me as I ran.

I felt the sticky warmth of his blood on my skin.

God, I thought, looking down at my hand. It was covered in blood from the deep scratches I’d given Lars before I left out the front door and dove into the dark, ominous woods.

Everything was black, so inky and thick that branches slapped against my arms and legs, my neck and face. But the sting and burn from those vicious whacks was nothing compared to what Lars would do to me when he caught me.

And he will catch me.

The sound of my breath rushing in and out of my mouth was loud but not loud enough to drown out the sound of Lars rushing after me, his booted feet crunching on the strewn leaves and twigs.

Help me! my mind screamed, but who was I asking for help? Who was I begging to save me?

No one because the thrill of this chase had my blood rushing for a different reason.

I’d never felt so… alive.

I didn’t see a break in the trees with moonlight shining through, showing me a haven, a sanctuary. All I saw were the frightening arms of the monsters that crept about the woods, hiding behind the wide trunks and lurking in the shadows.

I felt his breath on my nape and heard his growl in my ear. And then he was on me, wrapping his hands around my waist and spinning me around so he could slam my back to the nearest tree and press his big, hard body against me.

Lars growled again, his lips so close to mine that I felt his warm breath brush against them and heard the haggard sounds that vibrated his chest and came from deep within his throat.

“I’m so glad you fucking ran.” Although his mouth was oh-so close, his lips didn’t touch mine. “I thought I couldn’t get any harder.” He ground his erection against my belly, and I gasped. Lars wrapped a hand around my throat. “But feeling those sharp little kitten claws on my arm, knowing you were the one who sank your nails into my flesh, and then watching you run—” He hummed, his grip tightening on my throat, his fingers digging into my suddenly fragile-feeling neck. “It made me harder than I’ve ever been.” He dragged his lips to my ear and whisper-groaned, “Even harder than when I was jerking off while I watched you sleep, little darling.”

I opened my mouth, but he squeezed me tighter, cutting off my airflow until I was clawing at his fingers, knowing I was breaking more of his skin and drawing even more of his blood. Lars was so big, his clothes not hiding that fact, and I knew he was all cut and hard muscles beneath the material.

“Stop,” I whimpered, and he grinned wickedly, but he did loosen his hold and allowed me to suck in a deep breath.

“You don’t really want that… do you?”

A moan left me, and I gasped at my depravity. I was… turned on by this. When my eyes closed, I couldn’t help the rush of endorphins that moved through my veins. I didn't want to stop it from saturating every single internal part of me, not even if I could. This felt good, better than anything I'd ever felt.


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