Dogfight (Alpha MC: The McKinnon Brothers Book 1)

Dogfight (Alpha MC: The McKinnon Brothers Book 1) by Alana Hart, Allison Teller Read Free Book Online Page A

Book: Dogfight (Alpha MC: The McKinnon Brothers Book 1) by Alana Hart, Allison Teller Read Free Book Online
Authors: Alana Hart, Allison Teller
couldn’t get her legs out from under the dashboard with him over her.
    She did not like rough sex. Never had. She preferred to be in control, the one on top, so to speak. So why was this turning her on? If he did anything it would be rape. No, it would be rough sex unless she told him to stop.
    Tell him to stop, Casey , she thought.
    His eyes darkened as he watched her, like a predator over its prey. His free hand loosened the belt and unbuttoned her jeans. Then he yanked them down, out of the way. She’d stopped fighting to catch her breath, but as his hand slipped into her underwear she gasped and struggled again.
    There was no lead up, no build, no kissing or foreplay. His warm fingers found the bare folds of her, parted them, and slid inside. Deep inside. It hurt and she cried out.
    “You’re wet. Why are you wet, Casey?”
    She growled and arched her back trying to heave him off of her. But he was leaning on her chest just enough to keep her down, her wrists in his hand. He was too heavy, and as she arched, he slid his fingers deeper. She moaned, the pain so sweet.
    He smiled and leaned close, his mouth at her ear. “What do you think Frankie’ll do to you?” He slid his fingers out slowly, and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out again. “Do you think he’ll be this gentle?”
    “Ha! Gentle?” She tried to put as much venom in her words as she could, but she could hear the tremble in her voice.
    His laugh was deep, a murmur in her ear. “Not rough enough for you? Allow me to amend my mistake.”
    He slammed his fingers into her, hard and deep, over and over.
    His teeth nipped her ear, her neck. Something sharp pricked the delicate skin over her collarbone. Were his teeth so sharp?
    The sensations wracking her body were foreign, pain and pleasure, fear and longing, hate and need. Though she had never had one during sex, she knew how to bring herself to orgasm. And she could feel one building.
    No. She would not give that to Connor. If for no other reason than to prove him wrong, she would not come with his fingers inside her. She tensed, trying to think of something else, anything else, besides the feel of Connor over her, his breath on her neck, in her ear.
    He laughed that deep laugh. “Don’t fight it, Casey.” She hated hearing her name in his mouth.
    Suddenly her hands were free. She moved to fight him, but then her shirt was open, her bare breasts there for his hungry eyes. She tried to cover herself, but he grabbed her hands again, pinning them to the seat above her head.
    And then his mouth was on her breast, his stubble scratching the soft skin, his teeth biting the tender peak before sucking it deep into the heat of his mouth where he tortured her with his tongue. All the while he fingers moved inside her. He pressed his thumb to her, and God help her, she moaned, arching her back once more.
    He lifted his head, moving to the other nipple. She felt his hand release her wrists. She could fight him now, but she didn’t. Instead, she drove her fingers into his hair, and he wrapped his arm around her waist, lifting her, holding her against his erection while his fingers fucked her.
    For one delirious moment, as her orgasm began to crest, she wanted nothing more than for him to fuck her with his cock. But that was ridiculous. She hated him. Loathed him.
    But that one image was enough to break her. She cried out, stiffening in his arms as she came. His head left her breasts, and she opened her eyes long enough to see him watching her. He drove his fingers deeper, pressing her clit harder, and she couldn’t breathe.
    She was lost in this moment, in this man she hated so much.
     
    Chapter Fifteen
     
    Connor watched her face as she came, her smooth mound warm and wet in his hand. She clenched tight around his fingers, her breath caught, and then finally she gasped, releasing her tensed body, and fell back into the seat.
    He smiled, sliding his fingers out as she throbbed around him. In

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