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    His Beauty
    His Beauty
    His Beauty
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    His Beauty

    By Sam Crescent

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    Meghan Bell knows her sister, Rose, is trouble. When crime-lord Damon Travers arrives at their door demanding his money, she knows things are about to go bad. Her sister can’t pay, so it’s up to Meghan to make him stop hurting her sister.

    She now belongs to one of the most dangerous men in the city. She’s a virgin, and he’s going to teach her everything.

    Damon’s not particularly interested in having an innocent, but he can’t turn Meghan away. He wants her, and he’s going to have her. The moment he takes her cherry and feels her around him, there’s no telling how long he’s going to want her. Rose will pay off the debt she owes him, but with Meghan, he’s going to have fun.

    Meghan doesn’t want to give this monster her heart, but how can she deny his soft side—the side that makes her feel like a queen? There’s no one else she could ever want.

    But Damon’s life is dark and twisted, and it’s now a fight to keep the woman that calls to his soul. Will she give him all that he needs, or leave him?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherEvernight Publishing
    Release dateNov 8, 2018
    ISBN9781773398365
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    His Beauty - Sam Crescent

    Published by EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING ® at Smashwords

    www.evernightpublishing.com

    Copyright© 2018 Sam Crescent

    ISBN: 978-1-77339-836-5

    Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

    Editor: Karyn White

    ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

    WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

    This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

    HIS BEAUTY

    Sam Crescent

    Copyright © 2018

    Chapter One

    No. No. No. No!

    Meghan Bell looked at her sister Rose, and didn’t know what the hell to do. The moment someone started banging on their apartment door, Rose started to act crazy. Tucking her hair behind her ears, Meghan stared at her sister, then at the door.

    What the hell is going on? she asked. She’d never seen her sister like this before. Meghan made a step toward the door, but Rose caught her arm.

    You can’t go.

    Why?

    You can’t let them in.

    Take a look, Rose. They’re coming in one way or the other. She stared at her sister. Rose’s brown eyes were dilated, and Meghan saw the panic inside them. No, Rose, tell me you don’t have a clue who that is trying to get inside our place.

    Rose was eight years older than she was. At twenty-two years old, Meghan was more the grownup than her sister. She’d bailed her out of so much. Since their parents died when Meghan was eighteen, they’d only had each other.

    While she’d devoted her time to her studies and work, Rose went the other way, drinking, partying and discovering a love of heroin, cocaine, pills of any kind.

    I … erm … I needed the money, Meg. You know what it’s like.

    I gave you money yesterday.

    I … you don’t know what it’s like to be me. To feel everything that I’m going through. I need the pills, and the measly two hundred dollars isn’t going to cut it, Meghan. I needed it so badly. You know how I get.

    Meghan didn’t even know who she was looking at anymore. This sister of hers didn’t care about her at all.

    Open the door, Meghan said.

    No, we can’t. We have to hide.

    Who did you take the money from? Meghan glared at her sister, waiting for an answer. Living in the city, she knew without a doubt there were a lot of people who’d be more than happy to break down the door in the middle of the night. They were two women, and rape wasn’t beneath a lot of loan sharks. This couldn’t be happening. Not now. Not ever. Her anger came to her instantly. She didn’t want to hate her sister, but right then, right there, she felt it coiling inside her, threatening to spill out.

    Rose bit her lip, her eyes looking wild as if she was on something. Fear raced down Meghan’s spine, but she refused to think about what could possibly scare her sister this badly.

    Damon Travers.

    The fear was necessary.

    She’d never personally met the man, but he was a big deal around these parts, and by these parts, she meant the poorest section of the city. Where people were willing to sell their souls or their kids just to get by. She hated it, but there was nowhere else they could afford. Not after Rose used their inheritance to snort up her nose or inject into a vein. She was flashing the cash over four years ago but not now.

    It sucked big time.

    Are you serious right now?

    I’m so sorry, Meg. You know what it’s like.

    "No. I don’t know what it’s like. I don’t know what any of this is like. She ran fingers through her bed hair, hating everything right now. We can’t ignore it." She was shocked they hadn’t barged through yet.

    We’ve got to run.

    There’s no running. She knew enough that running from Damon would only make it worse. Pulling out of her sister’s hold, she charged toward the door. Please stop banging or whatever it is you’re doing. I’m about to open the door. She called out loud enough to be heard.

    The banging ceased, and her heart raced.

    Closing her eyes, she sent a little prayer in the hope their parents were watching them.

    Removing the lock, she flicked the catch and opened the door.

    Three huge men marched inside, and she moved quickly out of the way as they charged her sister. Within a matter of seconds, one of them had Rose, one hand at her throat, the other banded around her waist.

    Her hands shook as the man she assumed was Damon Travers entered in behind everyone else.

    Considering the size of him, she was a little shocked that he needed guards. He was fucking huge, and that was putting it lightly. The suit looked like it was going to tear any second with the expanse of his muscles. He frowned as he stepped into the apartment. Not wanting anyone to know their business, she closed the door and moved as far away as she could get.

    What took you so long? he asked. His voice was laced with anger.

    Folding her arms across her chest, she watched her sister. Rose looked completely helpless, and it was a struggle to stand in the one spot to see her so afraid.

    She’s older than you.

    She borrowed money.

    I’m sorry, Rose said.

    Where’s my money? Damon asked.

    I don’t have it. Rose screamed as the big guy gripped her throat even tighter.

    Meghan had no choice but to cover her mouth as it would be so easy to yell at them. To tell them all to get out of her shitty apartment. Gritting her teeth, she watched as Damon approached Rose.

    Her sister let out a whimper.

    You promised me payment tonight. You think because you’ve got a cunt, you’re not going to get punished. Anyone who owes me money and fails to pay always gets what is coming to them.

    Rose started to claw at the hand of the man holding her.

    He was choking her.

    Stop! Stop! Meghan charged forward, about to kick him in the nuts when someone grabbed her around the waist. She lifted her elbow and clocked him in the face. No one touched her. No one manhandled her. While on college grounds, she’d taken several self-defense classes, and right now they were really paying off. Get off me. Get off! She started to hit at the arm holding her. She wanted no part of this. Nothing at all. Get off. She couldn’t see her sister being hurt. Even though there were times she wanted to hit her, she kept that voice and that anger to herself.

    This was not good.

    She was suddenly held, her arms trapped at her sides. Nowhere to go.

    Who is this? Damon asked, coming to stand in front of her.

    No one you know.

    A hand covered her mouth, stopping her from speaking.

    She’s my sister, Rose said on a gasp.

    I wonder if Mommy was naughty, because she looks nothing like you. He reached out, and his fingers tucked her blonde hair out of her face.

    A lot of people would often say they weren’t related. Where Rose was brown-haired and brown-eyed, she was blonde and blue. Her mother was blonde and blue while Rose took after their father. That’s what they were told by their parents.

    She wanted to bite the man’s hand off who was holding her back.

    What’s her name? he asked.

    Glaring at him, she hoped her sister wouldn’t tell him.

    Meghan. Her name is Meghan.

    Pretty name. His eyes were dark, looking almost black in the light cast from the lamp that was on. Tell me, Meghan, how do you feel about working off your sister’s debt?

    This made her pause in her struggles.

    He continued to stare at her, and she hated feeling like a bug under a microscope.

    Ah, I see that got your attention, didn’t it?

    Staring at her sister, her eyes wide. Rose looked at her, pleading.

    Do what he says. Please.

    Let her speak. He nodded at the man who had his hand over her mouth.

    How? she asked, licking her lips.

    The good old-fashioned way.

    Her cheeks heated as she heard the chuckling from the men in the room. I’m not a whore.

    I didn’t say you were going to be whoring out for anyone but me?

    This made the men stop laughing. Clearly, they were as shocked as she was. What?

    Simple. I’m in need of a woman to fuck, and I don’t want to work for it. Fuck me and it will help work off your sister’s fifty-thousand debt.

    Her eyes went wide. "Fifty thousand? What the hell were you doing with fifty grand? When?"

    You were gone, and I needed money.

    Then do what normal people do. Earn it. Her sister must have gotten it when she’d been away for a weekend on an experience event with the local college. They went to help and build houses in a third world country. It had changed her entire life, or at least she thought it had. Right now, she still wanted to kill her sister.

    No, she said. There was no way she’d whore out her body even to this one man. Just one look at him and regardless of his sexy, dirty, good looks, he was a monster.

    That your answer?

    Meg, please, Rose said.

    I begged you not to, and this is what you did. Why should I help you?

    You’re my sister!

    It’s done. Rex, do it, Damon said, cutting through their crossed words.

    Before she even

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