The Taking of Clara by Sam Crescent Read Free Book Online Page A

If her mother hadn’t been
pregnant, she’d never have stayed with her father.  
    Even
though she hated her father for the problems he caused if it wasn’t for him
then she wouldn’t have Matthew in her life. Thinking of her father made her
smile. Without him she would have never answered that ad in the paper. Without
her father she wouldn’t have been with Matthew. Her thoughts turned to the man
in her life. She touched her neck where his mark lay. He’d sucked on her neck
giving her a love bite. A giggle escaped her at his possessiveness. She’d
spoken with Tara and gave her an entire run down of everything that happened.
According to her friend, she was lucky and had gotten a good one. A man hung
like a horse and who loved her. Clara didn’t believe Matthew loved her. She’d
been a woman he wanted.
    A
piece of paper stuck out of the pile. Her name on the print got her attention.
She pulled the sheet out of the pile of papers.
    She
wore one of Matthew’s shirts. Pushing the fabric down over her ass at the back,
she sat down in the chair.
    The
words on the page didn’t make any sense. From the sounds of the wording Matthew
had purchased her from her father as a means to paying off the debt. Her tummy
turned over. The words grew worse.
    If
what the letter said was true then that meant Matthew owned her. He didn’t need
her consent for anything. How could someone own another person? Wasn’t there a
law about that sort of thing?
    She
shook her head as the words brought tears to her eyes. Matthew had asked her to
trust him. How was this trust? She knew nothing about him.
    “You
didn’t have to clean my desk.” Clara jumped dropping the paper on the floor.
Matthew stood on the other side of the desk. His arms folded. The thick muscles
seeming huge after what she read.
    “I
wanted to do something. I’m not use to sitting around all day.”
    “And
you’ve found something in your snooping.”
    “I
wasn’t snooping,” she argued.
    “Quiet.”
He walked around the desk picking up the piece of paper.
    “Is
it true?” she asked.
    “Is
what true?”
    “Did
you buy me off my father? Was I some payment for some crazy debt?” Tears fell
from her eyes. He pulled a lighter out of the drawer then went to stand at the
hearth. Clara watched him set the piece of paper on fire.
    When
the piece of paper was nothing but ash in his fireplace he turned to her.
“That’s what I think of that.”
    “What
do you think about me?”
    “I
saved you from your father,” he said.
    “What?”
    “Your
father played an awful game of cards. I was there playing. He lost every game.
There were men there with unspeakable reputations. When they asked him to throw
his stake in he took a picture out of you and told the room you’d do anything
to keep him safe.”
    The
tears fell from her eyes.
    “That
was the first night I ever cheated. I knew you worked in my building. I’d been trying
to get you up to my floor. I wanted to do things right with you. There were men
who wouldn’t have given you a choice.”
    “Why
did you do it?” she asked. Clara couldn’t dispute the information he’d given her
on her father. She knew him as the type of bastard who would do anything.
    “Don’t
you know?”
    To be Continued …

About the
Author
     
    Sam Crescent is passionate
about fiction. She loves a good erotic romance and so it only made sense
for her to spread her wings and start writing. She began writing in 2009 and
finally got that first acceptance in 2011.
     
    She loves creating new
characters and delving into the worlds that she creates. When she’s not
panicking about a story or arguing with a character, she can be found in her
kitchen creating all kinds of havoc. Like her stories the creations in the
kitchen can be just as dubious but sometimes things turn out great.

     
    Other books by Sam
     
    A Wild Older
Woman
    Ryan's Christmas
Miracle
    Trust Me
    Bend to His Will