Series: The Rossi Crime Family Series by J.L. Beck
Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
It’s dark and sinister, and smells of tobacco and whiskey. Files lay on his desk with girls’ names written on the front of each folder. I open one out of pure curiosity, and gasp, closing it quickly when I see the picture of a naked woman in a very provocative position.
My gaze drops to a drawer under the desk. I know I shouldn’t be snooping, and I don’t really know what I’m looking for, but I feel the need to search...for something...anything. I reach for the handle, but when I try to pull it open, I realize it’s locked.
Looking around the room in disappointment, I realize there’s nothing else for me to find in here. Walking back around the desk, I’m about to sit down on the couch when I feel the air shift around me.
A warmth fills the air...light mixed with dark.
My heart beats a million miles per minute, and the hair on the back my neck stands up. I’ve escaped one monster only to be trapped by another.
I’m frozen, too terrified to move, when I hear someone behind me. I suck in a sharp breath. It hurts my lungs, but helps build the shrill scream about to leave my throat. I feel hands on me, and they’re those of a man. The roughness of his touch is unforgiving—as if he’s angry and wants to punish me.
Before my scream can make an appearance, I’m pushed face-first onto the couch. I’m in full-on panic mode now. I try to get up, but he leans his large body into mine, making it impossible for me to move. His grip is relentless, and when I feel something hard pressing against my ass, I gasp.
No. No. No.
“Usually, I don’t fuck women in here, but since you seem so interested in my office, I suppose I should give you the grand tour while you ride my cock.”
My eyes squeeze shut, and my body freezes. My brother sent me to be raped. Tears prick my eyes. My yoga pants are ripped down my legs, and I start to shake while sinking deeper into the cushion. I want the moment to be over. I bite the inside of my cheeks. The copper taste of blood fills my mouth, and I focus on the bitterness of it.
“If you want the job you, can’t be so tense. No one wants to fuck a piece of board,” a dark voice whispers against my hair.
A shudder runs through my entire body. I’m not sure I’ll ever get his deep, gravely voice out of my head again...
Chapter 2
Damon
Why the fuck is this bitch so tense?
I can't have a girl work at my strip club if she is going to be this uptight. Her back isn’t even bowed, and she looks uncomfortable as fuck. Still, it would be a shame to send this one away.
Maybe she’s playing hard to get. I smirk. I love it when they play hard to get. The rougher the better.
I reach for the waistband of her stretchy yoga pants and pull them down roughly. She whimpers underneath me, and again, I wonder if it’s an act. It has to be an act. No one shows up here, especially a woman, without expecting to get fucked. I rub my rock-hard cock between her ass cheeks, making it crystal clear what I want.
She’s got a nice body, a plump ass, and enough meat on her hips for me to grip onto when I pound into her.
“You know, for someone who snuck into my office and waited for me…you play really fucking hard to get. Is this how you like it?” I lace my fingers into her hair and nip at her ear, growling the words. I’m getting seriously fucking frustrated.
I reach around her body and slip a hand into the front of her panties. Expecting to find her cunt wet and ready, I’m surprised when I find her soft, warm clit dry. She isn’t here to fuck me. Fucking pity. Hopefully, I don't have to kill her.
I pull my hand away from her pussy and loosen my grip on her hair, but I don't release her yet. She's not going to get away from me that easily.
“Who the fuck are you?” I growl, my fingers slipping to the back of my jeans, resting against my gun. If she is not here for the job or to get fucked, then what the hell does she want?
“M-M-My brother...sent me.” She stumbles over her own words, and my gaze rakes over her body. Her bare ass is shaking…her entire body…
“He’s dead…”
I flip her over onto her back so I can see her face.
She doesn't look familiar, and I would definitely remember a pretty face like hers. Beautiful brown eyes almost too large for her heart-shaped face, and those lips…they're plump, fuckable. I want them around my cock—preferably right now—but I doubt that's going to happen tonight.