Ruthless Letters by M.L. Philpitt

 

 

 

 

 

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πΈπ‘™π‘’π‘›π‘Ž,    

𝐼𝑛 π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘‘π‘œ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘‘π‘’π‘π‘‘ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’, 𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑑 π‘‘π‘œ π‘™π‘œπ‘ π‘’ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’β€”π‘‘π‘œ 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ 𝑒𝑝. πΉπ‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘¦π‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘  𝐼’𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 π‘‘π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘šπ‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘’π‘‘ π‘˜π‘›π‘œπ‘€π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘Žπ‘›π‘œπ‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘šπ‘Žπ‘› 𝑖𝑠 π‘‘π‘œπ‘’π‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘” π‘¦π‘œπ‘’, π‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘›π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘šπ‘œπ‘Žπ‘›π‘  π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘š π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘ β„Žπ‘œπ‘’π‘™π‘‘ 𝑏𝑒 π‘šπ‘–π‘›π‘’, π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘˜π‘›π‘œπ‘€π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘™π‘œπ‘£π‘’ β„Žπ‘–π‘š π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ 𝑖𝑑. 𝐼𝑛 π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘‘π‘œ π‘€π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘˜ π‘‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘’π‘”β„Ž, 𝐼 π‘šπ‘’π‘ π‘‘ π‘€π‘Žπ‘–π‘‘ π‘šπ‘¦ π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘›.   

𝐡𝑒𝑑 π‘›π‘œπ‘€ πΌβ€™π‘š π‘π‘Žπ‘π‘˜, π·π‘œπ‘™π‘™π‘¦, π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ πΌβ€™π‘š π‘π‘œπ‘šπ‘–π‘›π‘” π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’. π‘…π‘’π‘šπ‘’π‘šπ‘π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘”π‘Žπ‘šπ‘’π‘  𝑀𝑒 π‘π‘™π‘Žπ‘¦π‘’π‘‘ 𝑖𝑛 β„Žπ‘–π‘”β„Ž π‘ π‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘œπ‘™? π‘Šπ‘’β€™π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘™π‘™ π‘”π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘€π‘› 𝑒𝑝 π‘›π‘œπ‘€, π‘ π‘œ π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘’π‘›π‘‘ 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 π‘œπ‘› π‘Žπ‘› π‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘™π‘¦ 𝑛𝑒𝑀 𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑙, π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ 𝐼 β„Žπ‘œπ‘π‘’ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’β€™π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π‘¦. 𝐼’𝑙𝑙 π‘ π‘‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘™ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘π‘π‘–π‘›π‘’π‘ π‘ , π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘› π‘€β„Žπ‘’π‘› π‘¦π‘œπ‘’β€™π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘™π‘œπ‘›π‘’ π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Ž π‘›π‘œπ‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘” π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘›π‘œ π‘œπ‘›π‘’, 𝐼’𝑙𝑙 π‘ π‘‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘™ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’. π΄π‘“π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘Žπ‘™π‘™, 𝑖𝑑’𝑠 π‘“π‘Žπ‘–π‘Ÿ, π‘‘π‘œπ‘›β€™π‘‘ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘˜?   

π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘˜ πΌβ€™π‘š π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘šπ‘œπ‘›π‘ π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ, π‘€β„Žπ‘’π‘› π‘Žπ‘™π‘™ 𝐼’𝑣𝑒 π‘’π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘‘π‘œπ‘›π‘’ 𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑛𝑑 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘š π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’ π‘£π‘–π‘™π‘™π‘Žπ‘–π‘›. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘‘π‘–π‘šπ‘’ 𝑖𝑠 π‘›π‘œ π‘‘π‘–π‘“π‘“π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘›π‘‘.   

π‘…π‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π‘¦? 𝑆𝑒𝑑… πΊπ‘œ.    

π‘…π‘’π‘‘β„Žπ‘™π‘’π‘ π‘ π‘™π‘¦ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘ ,  π‘…π‘¦π‘˜π‘’π‘Ÿ

π‘…π‘’π‘‘β„Žπ‘™π‘’π‘ π‘  πΏπ‘’π‘‘π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘  𝑖𝑠 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘“π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘ π‘‘ π‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘˜ 𝑖𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ πΆπ‘Žπ‘π‘‘π‘–π‘£π‘’ π‘Šπ‘Ÿπ‘–π‘‘π‘–π‘›π‘”π‘  π‘ π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘’π‘ , π‘€β„Žπ‘–π‘β„Ž π‘šπ‘’π‘ π‘‘ 𝑏𝑒 π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘ 𝑖𝑛 π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ. π‘…π‘’π‘‘β„Žπ‘™π‘’π‘ π‘  πΏπ‘’π‘‘π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘  𝑖𝑠 π‘Ž π‘”π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘¦ 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑦 π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘šπ‘Žπ‘›π‘π‘’ π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Ž π‘π‘œπ‘›π‘‘π‘’π‘›π‘‘ π‘ π‘œπ‘šπ‘’ π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘  π‘šπ‘Žπ‘¦ 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘”π‘”π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘›π‘”. π‘‡π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘”π‘”π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘€π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘›π‘–π‘›π‘”π‘  𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑑𝑒 π‘‘π‘’π‘π‘–π‘œπ‘’π‘  π‘π‘œπ‘›π‘ π‘’π‘›π‘‘, 𝑒π‘₯𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑑 𝑠𝑒π‘₯π‘’π‘Žπ‘™ π‘π‘œπ‘›π‘‘π‘’π‘›π‘‘, 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔, π‘β„Žπ‘¦π‘ π‘–π‘π‘Žπ‘™ π‘£π‘–π‘œπ‘™π‘’π‘›π‘π‘’, π‘ π‘π‘Žπ‘›π‘˜π‘–π‘›π‘”, π‘Žπ‘›π‘Žπ‘™ 𝑠𝑒π‘₯, π‘ π‘€π‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘–π‘›π‘”, π‘šπ‘Žπ‘›π‘–π‘π‘’π‘™π‘Žπ‘‘π‘–π‘œπ‘›, β„Žπ‘’π‘šπ‘–π‘™π‘–π‘Žπ‘‘π‘–π‘œπ‘›, π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘“π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘›π‘π‘’ π‘‘π‘œ π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘π‘’, π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘“π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘›π‘π‘’ π‘‘π‘œ π‘šπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ. π‘‡β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘ π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘’π‘  𝑔𝑒𝑑𝑠 π‘‘π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘˜π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Ž π‘’π‘Žπ‘β„Ž π‘π‘Žπ‘ π‘ π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘˜.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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β€œYou’ve been on the shelf for a few years now, but I’m back to claim you and won’t be stopping until you’re a dripping, sloppy mess at my feet.”

My heart skips a beat with his tempting words. They drag me back to a time where I would have dropped to my knees and volunteered myself to be the mess he wants me to beβ€”and done so happily. 

Except, I’ve changed. My hands come up and shove at his chest, noting the texture of leather beneath my palms. He allows it, falling back a step.

β€œIs that what you want, Ryker? Is that what it’ll take to make this all go away? If we fuck, will you be able to move on? One last trick and we can both go our own ways.” I tame the anger from my voice, aiming for rational instead with my next words. β€œYou’re a free man, Ryker. You can start the life you should have had. Do it. Don’t waste more of your time on me. Let’s move on.” I swallow before adding, β€œHigh school was fun, but we’re long past that stage in our lives.” 

Silence. Not the he-doesn’t-want-to-say-anything silence. Noβ€”the deadly, I’m-ready-to-fuck-you-up silence instead, but I hold firm, biting down on my bottom lip to avoid disclosing how he makes my legs go weak with the desire to respond to his authority.

Right when I think I’ve won, my head thumps on the wall behind me, and the breath I do have gets trapped in my lungs as his grip clamps down tightly on my throat. White spots decorate my eyes instantly and my hands fly up to his, nails scratching at his skin to get free.

β€œListen to me, doll. You do not make the decisions here. You do not deem when we’re done. You. Are. Mine. You have been since the first day you walked into high school, and you can thank—” He breaks off, continuing to keep his secrets to himself. β€œWe’re not finished until I say we are.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

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M.L. PhilpittM.L. Philpitt is Canadian-born and raised, and enjoys representing Canada within her novels. As a Ravenclaw, she loves education, having undergraduate degrees in English Literature and Sociology, a certificate in Autism and Behavioural Sciences, and a MA in Counselling Psychology.

She writes in various romance new adult genres including paranormal, fantasy, dark romance, and contemporary. She has lots of crazy trapped in her head for readers to enjoy.

When M.L. Philpitt isn’t making up stories, she’s devouring those imagined by other authors. Her love of reading began when she was a young child and only grew with age. She enjoys many genres, as reflected in her writing preferences.

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