Brutal Limits (The Limit Book 2) by Marissa Farrar & S.R. Jones

Author:Marissa Farrar & S.R. Jones [Farrar, Marissa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: reverse harem, RH, Why Choose, polyamory, dark romance, primal, Billionaire
Publisher: Castle View Press
Published: 2022-07-20T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Asher

I STALK BACK DOWN THE corridor toward the main living area, my mood as sour as the gummy bear I’m sucking. The weirdest urge to grab Honor overcame me just now. It’s as if by chatting to her friend, she’s shown me an innocent, almost childlike side of herself, and I needed to erase that.

I should never have listened in to the phone call and watched her on the screens.

I’m such a fucking idiot. I didn’t know that I could fully trust her, so I listened in case anything was said that I needed to stop.

She was herself on that call, though. And she seemed different. Lighter. Happier. Even more beautiful when her face lights up in real joy. I shouldn’t have watched it. Not when it means I have come to see Honor more as a fully-fledged, rounded human being than a fuck toy.

I never let myself see women that way. People might think that’s sexist or misogynistic, but it’s the truth. I see women as either people who work for me, or the mother who betrayed me and let me down when she sent me to that Godawful church of Pastor Wren’s, or as my pathetic sister who didn’t believe me when I told her what Pastor Wren was doing to me.

Worse, she denied I ever told her when I finally tried to tell the authorities. She painted me as a liar.

Yeah, these are the women who represent womanhood to me. Then there were all the simpering bitches who were just receptacles for my anger and aggression through my teen years, when my rage was at its peak. The worse I treated them, the more they wanted me. It made me pretty damn convinced that women are fucked up and broken.

Lying sisters. Useless mothers who don’t do their job. Bitches who want your cock or your money.

Those are the people that women are to me.

There’s not a woman on this Earth who has ever shown me that she’s anything beyond either greedy, sex hungry, money hungry, or untrustworthy.

One might say it’s ironic that Pastor Wren is the person who hurt me the most, and yet I don’t hate men, I hate women. It’s not ironic, though, because I found three really good friends in Rafferty, Brody, and Wilder. I also had great friends through high school. In fact, it was my friends who kept me sane enough that I didn’t actually end it all by jumping off the school roof.

But when the person you’re supposed to be able to trust the most in the world, your own fucking mother, lets you down unequivocally, it’s hard to trust women. Especially when that followed on the heels of further letdowns by your sister, teachers, and every girl you get any vague feelings for in the next few years.

No, Pastor Wren is a piece of crap who must die. But so far, in my experience of the world, he’s an outlier.

Whereas the shitty women I’ve met have been the rule, not the exception.

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