Forced: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance (The Blackthorn Brothers Book 1) Read Free

no choice in the matter, and in case you’re wondering—yes…I will drag you out of here, gagged and bound, if you decide you don’t want to cooperate and come willingly.”
    Well, if he thought I’d respond well to threats, he could guess again. I pulled out my phone and got ready to call the cops when he yanked my cell out of my hands. “What the fuck, Ash? Give me back my phone.”
    “You can have it once you’ve packed and we’re on the road.” His smug smile was infuriating, especially when he slipped my phone out of sight into the back pocket of his jeans.
    Enraged by his audacity to come into my home and not only take my cell, but harass me, I shoved him as hard as I could—for all the good it did me. With a move so fast I didn’t realize what was happening until it was too late, he grabbed my wrist and yanked me to him, throwing me off balance as he then spun us and pinned me to the wall, trapping me between his warm, muscular body and the cold plaster. And fuck…I could feel just how hard he was as his cock nestled itself against the small of my back.
    Fucking hell… He’d always known how to push me…always known how to get me to lose control…and that was one thing that had yet to change, despite everything.
    I could feel my self-control slipping as my need for him flamed to life, refusing to be ignored, especially when he ran his hand up my thigh, his fingers rough against my smooth skin as he slipped his hand under the airy fabric of the dress I was wearing. Memories of him taking me flooded my brain in a reminder of all that once was, my body immediately coming alive.
    With his mouth at my ear, his warm breath sent a shiver of need through me as I did all I could to resist him, even if it already felt futile. And when he spoke, his voice was ragged and smoky. “Is this what you want, Wren?”
    I wanted to lie to him—and yet I couldn’t. Not when my body’s reaction to him was immediate and my hunger for him was fierce, my answer riding a ragged exhale. “Yes…”
    His fingers skimmed just under the fabric of my lace panties before he fisted them and tore them from my body with a yank that had me crying out as the fabric cut into my skin, the flicker of pain and his fierceness only making me want him all the more. My self-control slipped further as I felt myself go so wet, leaving my thighs slick as they rubbed together, my clit throbbing and heavy with my desperate need.
    And then he was backing away from me, his absence feeling like he’d taken a part of me with him— yet again .
    What the hell was wrong with me that I still wanted him, that he could still have such an effect on me even though I hated him for breaking my heart? I spun around, and with years of hurt and anger raging through me, slapped him before I’d had a chance to think it through—and immediately regretted it.
    His eyes lit up as he gave me an easy smile that was all too familiar, despite our time apart. “I suppose I deserved that—but that was your one shot, little bird. You don’t get to do that again. Not unless you want to find yourself over my knee and unable to sit for a week.”
    “Why the fuck are you even here, Ash? You made it abundantly clear that things were over between us a very long time ago—and you were the one who wanted nothing to do with me.” It still killed me that even after close to a decade, it still fucking hurt like he’d walked away from me—from us—just moments ago. And I still hated him for it .
    He gave me a brooding pout that only made him sexier. Curse the bastard . But there was suddenly more there and the light dimmed from his eyes. There was a sadness there that I didn’t quite understand—and it was a damn rare sight on Ash Blackthorn. “Did you hear about my dad?”
    “No…” It suddenly felt like the floor had shifted out from under my feet as a dread filled me. “What happened?”
    “He was murdered. A hit-and-run—which was no accident—landed him in the