Pound of Flesh Read online Jessa Kane

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
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“If you had my money,” Raider intones quietly, still watching me under heavy brows. “You wouldn’t be hiding behind a couch right now like a bitch-ass. You’d be handing it over.”

“Look, man. I just need some time—”

“Fine. Two days.”

My brother laughs shakily. “Shit. That was easier than I thought.” Cautiously, he gets to his feet. “Prison has been good for you, Raider. Made you a lot more reasonable.”

“Wrong.” The giant advances into the living room, the floor creaking violently as he approaches me, his muddy boots leaving tracks. My stomach has twisted around in a full three-sixty, my neck already sore from tilting back to keep him in my line of sight. And he’s still ten feet away. Maybe he’ll spare me if I show respect. Bowing down isn’t my usual MO, but this monster is a far cry from the rowdy teenagers I kick out of the shop sometimes.

No, I’m way out of my league, so I bow my head, clasping my hands together and whispering the word please on an endless loop.

When the Cowboys hat is ripped off my head, allowing my hair to spill out, all the way down to mid-thigh, I beg harder. “You said…please, you said two days. I have a savings account, and you can have it all. Just don’t hurt me or my brother.” I pause. “Do whatever you want with his girlfriend.”

“Hey!” the person in question says across the room. “You little c—”

“Watch it,” Raider growls, whipping his head in the couch’s direction, thus taking his attention off me for the first time since kicking down the door, giving me time to run eyes over his at least seven-and-a-half-foot frame. His black, short-sleeved shirt looks ready to burst open from the pressure of keeping his bulk contained. Tattoos rip down his deeply tanned biceps and forearms, culminating on his bashed-up knuckles. He smells like sweat, cold metal and leather. But none of those details make me whimper.

No, it’s the wicked hard-on jutting against the fly of his jeans that makes me stumble back, a mixture of curiosity and fear tumbling in my belly. The walls in my room are thin, and since I can remember, I’ve been listening to my brother and his friends moaning in the other rooms, especially during parties. Springs squeaking. Women crying out. Headboards rebounding.

Roger and his buddies might be drug dealers with broken moral compasses, but they look out for me. They’re protective and caring toward their “little sis,” even if I’ve caught Roger’s friends watching me with open speculation lately. That protectiveness, and my busy work schedule, mean I don’t date. Fantasies have been springing to my consciousness more and more, however. My first sexual experience is something I’m looking forward to. A lot.

I thought my first partner would be sweet, though. Prince Charming with a respectably sized penis. Raider’s manhood is almost inhumanly large. Oh God. Oh God. Is he going to…use it on me?

My question is answered when Raider pinches a strand of my blonde hair between two dirty fingers, lifting it to his nose for a long, groaning inhale. Then, with a gruff, desperate sound, he fists a large section of the golden mass and rubs my overly long locks against his crotch, daring me with green eyes to make him stop. That barrel chest shudders like a storming ocean, and I swear, for a second, I think he’s going to drag me down onto the kitchen floor. Going to have his way with me, then and there.

“Come on, Raider.” Roger takes a few steps our way, bristling but still cautious. “I know you just got out and…you probably need a woman. But she’s my little sister.”

“Not right now, she ain’t.” His upper lip curls, dark promises moving behind his glazed eyes. “For the next two days, she’s my collateral.”

CHAPTER TWO

Raider

The beautiful doll grew up while I was locked away.

It’s stupid to be hurt that she doesn’t remember me, considering the single time I laid eyes on her, I was hidden behind the tinted windows of my car. I’m a big, scary-ass motherfucker, so if we’d met, she’d remember. No way in hell she’s going to forget me now that I’ve rubbed her pretty hair on my cock. Yeah, that’s definitely an introduction that sticks.

Another man might be embarrassed over that kind of behavior, but I’m just glad we got my intention to fuck her silly out of the way. I’m going on three years without a woman, and this doll had the nerve to grow up into a living, breathing wet dream. The fates were laughing when they put her in my path tonight, because neither one of us ever had a chance.

I’m standing in the doorway of her bedroom, barely checking the impulse to lock us both inside, rip off those baggy pants and ride her rotten. Believe me, I don’t give a fuck if her brother hears the whole damn show. The only thing holding me back is her tiny, cramped twin bed. Cut myself in half and I still wouldn’t fit. I suppose I could bang her standing up or bent over, but…maybe, just maybe I’ve got a thread of decency left inside me, because I’d hurt her that way.


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