Sinclair (Acquisition Series) Read Free Page B

breathe. I didn’t want her to. I held her life in my hands, and I could kill her without a second thought.
    Still, her eyes burned with hate, and she tried to fight me off. I didn’t let her go, not until her eyes began to glaze and flutter closed. I pulled out and she gasped. I needed to be inside her hot cunt, so I threw her onto the bed. She cried out from the pain of her hands being crushed behind her back, and I savored the sweet sound. I spread her legs and plunged inside her, no warning. I took what I wanted. Her eyes widened with surprise and that delicious spark of agony.
    My hand sped, squeezing me just like her pussy would. She fought, trying to buck me off. I only thrust more deeply into her. My balls drew up tight to my body as I clapped my hand over her mouth to muffle her screams.
    I sank myself inside her and matched every bit of rage I saw in her eyes with my punishing strokes. She wouldn’t break. I had to work harder. I could. I sped my pace, each impact bruising her thighs, her pussy. I reached down and palmed her tit, squeezing mercilessly. Her eyes narrowed, the challenge alive and well. I moved my hand up so it covered both her mouth and nose.
    She tried to turn her head, but couldn’t escape my strong grip. No air moved inside her body. She fought some more, but I kept taking from her, shoving inside her because I owned her. I didn’t let up, suffocating her as I glared down into her rebellious eyes. Her body jerked, still trying to get air.
    When she realized I wasn’t going to stop, something else lit her gaze, the one thing I’d wanted from her all along. Fear. I came, my cock jolting in my hand as my release spurted onto my stomach. I gasped at how intense the orgasm was, rolling over me and constricting every blood vessel in my body. My cock kicked once more as I relaxed into the bed, my hand still and my heart pounding.
    “Fuck.” I stared at the ceiling, trying to put all my pieces back into place. She’s no one. No one. She was nothing to me, other than a body I wanted to use. Nothing.
     

     
    This time she sat on the swing reading when the cruisers rolled up to the house. She glanced up, shook her head, then went back to her book. The deputies got out and strolled up the front porch. They flashed a warrant. She ignored it.
    She said something I couldn’t hear and waved at the door. Ten men entered the house. I’d asked them to get even rowdier than the last couple of times. More than a few items would be destroyed during this ‘search’ I smirked and continued to stare at her. A hot summer breeze rustled the first of the fallen leaves on the lawns nearby. Fall was almost here, and her father’s trial was set for the following week.
    Two days of testimony and he’d be convicted. There was no other option for a parish jury, especially given the dirt I had on the old man. Then sentencing. I’d have him sent to the nastiest pen in the state. His suffering would only weaken her, make her ripe for the taking.
    She continued perusing her book, only turning her head to the side a couple of times—likely when she heard something break inside. I was a little disappointed she didn’t get up to investigate or make a scene, but I’d rather keep my eyes on her anyway. I knew it bothered her, so it was the best of both worlds.
    I slid my gaze down her v-neck shirt—the bare swell of her breasts just visible. Her athletic shorts showed plenty of leg, and I admired the way her calves tapered to narrow ankles. I wanted to knot rope around them and spread them wide. A flogger to the pussy would shake any woman’s resolve, even Stella’s.
    The breeze picked up again and splayed tendrils of her hair across her face. She brushed them out of the way and stretched. Her back arched. My cock swelled to a painful degree. She brought her arms back down and glanced out to the road. She froze, her eyes locked with mine.
    She cocked her head to the side again, listening to the sounds inside the