Ruined Kingdom (Ruined Kingdom Duet #1) Read Online Natasha Knight

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Ruined Kingdom Duet Series by Natasha Knight
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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
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I make myself look up at him, but it’s harder to hold his gaze than I like, and when that strange feeling of familiarity threatens to wash over me, I look away, grabbing my clutch. I open it to find only my lipstick. Of course, he’s gone through it and taken both my pistol and my phone. Kidnapping 101. Men like him learn that before they learn to walk.

I set the bag aside and turn to him, swinging my legs over the side of the bed and slipping my shoes on before I stand. He’s a lot taller than me, so I need all the height I can get.

Once I’m up, I face him.

His gaze moves over my black funeral dress. I don’t hide myself. He meets my eyes again and takes my phone out of his pocket.

“Password,” he says. It’s not a question.

I smile and spell it out for him. “F. U. C. K. Y. O. U.”

“That’s funny.” He cocks his head, then tucks the phone away. I’m not sure it’s a good thing or a bad one that he’s not going to force it out of me. He looks at my ripped stockings, hands casually in his pockets again. “Found your gun. Pretty little toy you brought to a funeral.”

“If you give it to me, I’ll show you what kind of toy it is.”

“I’m sure you would.” He looks me over. “Strip.”

My eyebrows shoot up. “Excuse me?”

“Your clothes. Take them off.” He gestures with a nod of his head.

I try to appear unbothered. Unafraid. All while my heartbeats slow to heavy drumming against my chest.

“I don’t think so. I need to call my sister.”

“You’re in no position to make demands. Strip so I can search you.”

“She’s only five. She’ll be scared.”

“Honestly, a phone call should be the furthest thing from your mind at the moment, given your predicament.” He steps closer, and I steel myself to remain where I am. He’s near enough that I pick up a hint of aftershave, the same as earlier.

He studies my face while I study his. I’m unable to meet his eyes, though, so I focus on the scar that dissects his right cheek. The deep, white line is ten, maybe fifteen years old.

“That must have hurt,” I say when I’m able to meet his eyes. I remind myself he can’t see the beating of my heart or hear the rush of blood in my ears.

I’ve never really been afraid of men. My brother, Lucien, maybe, but it’s not quite fear that I feel with him. Maybe because our father always stood between us. He’s actually my half brother. We have different mothers. Emma and I share the same mom. But a palpable violence radiates off this man. A rage. Lucien doesn’t have that kind of passion.

This one? He scares me. But I cannot let him see that fear. If I do, he wins.

“Do you remember me?” he asks, surprising me.

I glimpse the dandelions on the table over his shoulder but shake my head.

“I don’t know you.”

“Hmm,” he mutters. He reaches out, and I flinch, but he just rubs the pad of his thumb along the side of my face. It’s calloused. He’s a man who works with his hands.

A strange sensation makes my stomach flutter, and I find myself standing still. I guess I expect him to hurt me. He looks down at his thumb, and I do too. It’s streaked a dark red. I must have missed it when I wiped my face earlier.

He takes hold of my jaw. It’s not a tight grip, and it doesn’t hurt. Yet. But he tilts my head up and searches my eyes. “Funny you don’t remember me because I remember you, Dandelion girl,” he says. “You thought they were daffodils.”

A flash of a memory unsteadies me as I pull free of his grasp. I have to catch myself with a hand on the bed. I straighten, pushing the image aside. Dandelions in a field. A cozy, small house. A family inside.

I blink, look back up at him to find him standing exactly as he was, watching, watching, fucking watching.

“You were young,” he says. “But I think a scene like that would have made an impression.”

“What do you want with me? Why did you bring me here?” I don’t ask him why he desecrated my father’s body. I can’t focus on that.

“Questions and demands are all I hear from you when you’ve been given one simple instruction.”

“I’m not getting naked in front of you.”

“You are. Question is more a matter of how. I can help you, of course.” He scans my body. “I wouldn’t mind.”

“I’ll fucking kill you if you touch me.”

“You’re welcome to try.” His arm shoots out, and he takes hold of mine, spinning me around. When I feel his hand at my zipper, I reach for the hidden knife, grab the handle, and twist back around to put the tip to his throat.


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