Dark Intentions Duet Series by T.L. Smith

Dark Intentions Duet Series by T.L. Smith – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com Sat, 22 Apr 2017 01:57:33 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.books2020.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Dark Intentions Duet Series by T.L. Smith – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com 32 32 Sinister Love Read Online T.L. Smith (Dark Intentions Duet #2) http://www.books2020.com/sinister-love-2-read-online-t-l-smith Sat, 22 Apr 2017 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/sinister-love-2-read-online-t-l-smith Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Romance Authors: T.L. Smith Series: Dark Intentions Duet Series by T.L. Smith
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Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61861 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)

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Read Online Books/Novels:	Sinister Love (Dark Intentions Duet #2)
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Language:	English
ISBN/ ASIN:	B07BKTX3V8
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He was a drug I couldn’t kick. I’d overdosed on him before. It didn’t turn out well. I was stupid enough to let him crack my heart, in hopes we would fall off the same cliff together. No matter how much my idiotic heart wanted to love him, my head knew better. He didn’t choose me. He chose her. That’s where the problem started. Maybe that’s how it should end.
Books in Series:	Dark Intentions Duet Series by T.L. Smith
Books by Author:	T.L. Smith Books

Chapter One

Saskia

My hands are sliding along the rough walls, while silently I’m counting to ten before I manage to pull myself up to move. It’s slow, deliberate counts. My body’s sore, my hands are tingling. All my muscles scream at the small movements I’m making. I’ve lost count of how many days I’ve been locked in here. My head’s still foggy from that day when I was collected.

I remember seeing his face, the pain and the promise he would come for me. Then nothing more. All black. And this is where I’ve awoken, in this place, and this has been where I’ve stayed.

How many days I can’t tell you, I don’t even remember if it’s morning or night. It’s hard to keep track when there’s no light, no food, and only a toilet. I’ve been eyeing that toilet now for what seems like hours. My stomach’s gotten to the point that it hurts so much I can’t move. No one has offered me food or water.

The jeans I was wearing when I was collected now fall from my hips, and if I stood, I know they would fall off me. So yeah, that toilet water is looking very good right about now.

There’s a sheet underneath my feet, and it’s all there is to sleep on. It’s damn cold in here, and I’ve become immune to the shivers that wrack my body consistently. I’m surrounded by cement walls and a high ceiling. There are no windows, just dank darkness and unending night. Maybe this is my hell. The punishment I’m receiving for loving him, for betraying her. This is the well-deserved penance I must pay.

Lifting my hand, I wipe my face trying to get my eyes to focus before I place it back down to move toward the toilet. My stomach’s worse now, the pain almost unimaginable. I need something to keep going, and it looks like this is my only hope—toilet water.

It shouldn’t kill me, right?

Trying to move my hands is harder than I imagine. They don’t want to move, at all. Pain and cold, two things that are causing my body to become more and more immobilized as the time wears on. My body’s aching, not hurting now but more like excruciating agony with each movement. My stomach seems to be throbbing the most—it feels as if it’s eating itself.

As I’m attempting to stand, I hear something. It’s only a slight noise, but I look up, and a pair of dark eyes are staring back at me through a small hole in the door. I gasp, and the eye disappears. Then the door opens, and I see light for the first time. There’s a man dressed in all black, and he steps into the room. He looks familiar, but I can’t place him.

Was he one of the ones that took me?

My memory’s not the best at the moment, but he must be.

Trying to get away from him is useless, I can barely move. He stops his boots inches from my hands which are spread out on the cold, damp floor. Daring myself to look up, I do, my eyes running the length of him. Black trousers, followed by a black shirt, his eyes dark and he’s smirking down at me.

He pulls out a bottle of water and dangles it in front of me. His eyes are teasing, but I know I have to drink that water. I manage to move my hand ever so slowly, but he tsks at me then the water disappears as he bends down, so his face is in line with mine.

“You’re a pretty little thing. He doesn’t really know what to do with you, yet. Considering he can’t fuck you and all.”

My insides scream. They’re not allowed, it’s part of his deal. For that part I’m thankful. He pulls the water bottle around in front of my face and then pours it over my head. My face lifts in an attempt to get some in my mouth, but the moment I get the first gulp he pulls it away.

“Maybe we can use you against Ryken. He does have everything he shouldn’t have.”

“Please...” I’m not listening. My eyes are glued to that water, it’s like a carrot being dangled in front of a rabbit. I want that water more than I want to listen to his drivel.

“Please what, Blondie?”

“Water, please.” I’m not above begging at this moment as my hand tries to reach out for it, but he just continues to smirk. Pulling the bottle away only slightly.

“You need to meet him first, Blondie.” He looks me over then shakes his head. “First, you’ll shower.” He stands and pulls me with his hand to a standing position.

I stumble.

Weakness wracks my body.

My knees quiver. My head spins so fast I swear I’m on one of those carnival rides. Amazingly, he puts his arm under mine and assists me along. Well, if you can call it assisting, more like dragging, but I’ll take whatever he gives me. I want to shower, more than anything. The thought of the water is what stops the screams that wants to rip from my mouth, not only due to the pain, but also from being terrified as he pulled me up.

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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)

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I loved him from the age of sixteen. Hated him from the age of eighteen. He disappeared at the age of nineteen. We started off as enemies, then fast became lovers. But our story isn’t a happily ever after. It was a story of a king and a peasant. Can you guess which I was? I knew we weren’t meant to be. You see, he fell in love with her first. He loved me last. I'm not someone's second choice. Not even for the boy who stole my heart. I'm someone's first. Now, I just have to remember that.
Books in Series:	Dark Intentions Duet Series by T.L. Smith
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Prologue

Saskia

My hands run the length of the cold cement wall at the back of the alley. I’m in a place I don’t recognize but I was requested to meet here. Straightening my posture, I brush my fingers through my blonde hair and take another step, one foot in front of the other in my high heels. These things cost me more than a pretty penny with their signature red soles. So here I am because I received an email telling me the location.

It has to be her.

Or so I thought.

It’s been one year since I’ve seen her. Or him for that matter. They ran off together. I loved him as much as I loved her. It wasn’t fair. They broke my heart.

Checking my phone, I pause with one hand on the cement wall and notice I have no reception. Great. Just what I need. Rummaging through my bag, I check for my wallet, and find my pills and bottle of water as well. Hey, at least I have water. If I die today, I’ll be hydrated.

It’s late. My last client was finalized before I left to come here. So, after this, I plan to go and sit in my bath and drink all the fucking wine.

If I make it out alive, that is. Looking up, there’s a white door a short distance away from me. It has a sign hanging from a rusty nail that states ‘Knock Three Times.’ I want to laugh and purposely knock only once, or twice, to be a smart ass. I restrain myself. Instead, I go against my better judgment and knock three times like the sign says.

Standing there, I wait for the door to magically open. It doesn’t. Instead, nothing happens. So I knock again. This time, four times for good measure. I chuckle. Nothing.

Turning around, I notice the door I entered through is now shut.

Fuck! I swear I left it open. How did that happen?

A scream rips from my mouth.

Quinn is standing in front of me.

That same deadly stare he had all those years ago still in place.

He’s dangerous.

He’s a collector. And not of things. Of people.

“Saskia.” He says my name then steps back, pushing the door open to a dark room.

I don’t want to walk in there. Who the fuck knows what’s in that room, and I sure as shit don’t want to find out. I’m more than happy keeping all my body parts today, thank you very much.

Turning, a voice stops me.

It isn’t Quinn’s.

No, it’s him.

Emotions slam into me.

Hate.

Love.

Lust.

Anger.

He holds them all. He’s the reason I’m the person I am today.

“Barbie...” A shiver runs over my skin, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up like little soldiers.

Ryken Lord is back.

But what for?

“Ryken,” I say, spinning around and staring into the darkened room. He lights a small candle, the flicker letting me make out his shape as I step into the room. Quinn shuts the door behind me and effectively locks us in.

“You shouldn’t have come back.” He steps forward, and my heart slams into my chest.

Boom.

Boom.

Boom.

Three pumps, one for each time he broke the fucking thing.

His lip twitches. My heart stutters. Our eyes meet.

Ridiculous manic girl meets stupid criminal boy.

“How could I stay away, Barbie? Surely you knew I’d be back, for you.”

I shake my head at his words. “Where is she?”

He shakes his head. “I’m here to discuss us.”

My head shakes slowly, and I step back to the door, reaching out for the handle. I pull it open, looking back to the man that I want to stab in the eye, but fuck at the same time.

“You sir, can go fuck yourself in the ass. Don’t fucking contact me again!”

Quinn smirks as I walk past him.

“You owe me, Barbie.”

Turning back, I see him standing at the door, and it’s now I notice that he’s dressed in all black. The way he should be. He smirks knowing he has me now.

“And I’ve come to collect what’s mine.”

Shaking my head, I run. Away from him, and away from my shattered heart that I

left with him.

Because Ryken is not a man to be trusted. He’s proven that on many occasions.

Every time he’s managed to break my heart.

Then he gave his to her.

Chapter 1

Ryken

Bending her over, legs spread, my hand on her ass, that’s how I’ve imagined her. Her perfect round ass up in the air for my viewing pleasure.

Saskia Tyler—a Barbie bombshell.

The boys know her as Tyler, I know her as Barbie.

She bends down to pick up something, and my head goes crazy with thoughts. Of how her tight little tits will fit perfectly in my hand, to how her pink nipples will feel with my mouth wrapped around them. The things I can do to her. The things my hands, mouth, and tongue can do to her. They could punish her, the way she likes it.

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Sinister Love (Dark Intentions Duet #2)

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