Unleashed: Volume 1 (Unleashed #1) by Callie Harper Read Free Book Online Page B

a
dark smile played at the corner of my lips. She might look like a
Disney princess, but I sure wasn’t the prince coming to kiss her. I
was a bastard. I wanted to see those rosy, juicy lips wrapped tight
around my shaft, sucking wet and hard. I wanted to see her eyes glaze
with lust as I stroked her pussy, making her come for me. I wanted to
bend her over the hood of my truck, spread those legs and spank that
high, tight ass. Then plunge my cock into her, deep, to claim her and
make her mine.
    “Kara, when are you
gonna slow down?” Harlan chastised her.
    “I was going the
speed limit, Daddy,” she pouted.
    Aw, fuck. The boss
man’s daughter. I should have known. Pretty china up on a shelf,
look but don’t touch. Just my luck.
    “Come on over here
and meet Declan.”
    She started walking
toward us and I should have looked away, but I had to watch her move.
I leaned against the house, boot up, playing it cool. Like I didn’t
have a huge hard-on for her. The hotter you got, the cooler you had
to act. I’d learned that fast in life. The instant you showed your
weakness you were fucked.
    She took one long
stride after another, sex on legs, a lingerie model on a photo shoot.
Well goddamn, the boss had a daughter hot as fuck. 100% off limits.
Harlan wouldn’t want me messing with her, that much I knew straight
away. He’d likely cut my balls off and I liked my balls. If I’d
known a stick of dynamite like her was included in the job offer, I
might have turned it down. I didn’t need that kind of trouble. I
needed the work. I didn’t need some cheerleader porn star prancing
around me, screwing things up.
    I could see her me
checking out. She got close enough that she saw my tattoo. Part of me
wanted to flex, give her a ticket to the gun show and see her eyes
widen in appreciation. I knew girls liked what they saw, all muscle
and man. I’d had more than a few women come up to me, using
interest in my tattoos as an excuse to touch, flirt, show me what
they wanted. I was only too happy to oblige.
    Kara’s lips parted as
she gazed at me. I knew I’d never had anyone like her. There was
something so fresh and pure about her. The girls I knew? They were
out for what they could get, and seemed to know from a real early age
that it might not be much. Life could be brutal and once you’d seen
some serious shit go down, the kind that changed you for good, you
sized up every new person you met like a potential enemy.
    Kara wasn’t from that
world. She had a sweetness to her, you could see it right away.
Innocent, probably generous and trusting, too. She needed to stay the
hell away from me.
    I brought my arms up
and crossed them against my chest, hand up over my tattoo: not for
you, kiddo. This chick? I knew she wouldn’t want to play, not the
way I liked to, rough and dirty. And there was no way in hell I’d
go there, not with her father standing over us. I needed this job.
    I glared at her. She
got the message. She looked away, a flicker of hurt passing over her
lovely features. Then she just looked pissed off.
    “This here’s my
little girl, Kara.” Harlan gave her a pat on the head like she was
a toddler.
    “Pleased to meet
you,” she said to me, real tight and dismissive.
    I nodded in response.
I’d show her cool. Kara turned her attention to Harlan, working
him, clearly used to getting everything and anything she wanted. A
spoiled brat. And she had a boyfriend, her dad mentioned him. Some
beefy farm boy, no doubt, taking her out to a goddamn bonfire or some
shit that night. Dumb country bucks thinking they owned the world.
    Someday, someday soon,
I’d get the fuck out of there. I’d make something of myself and
put all of the shit I’d been through behind me. It didn’t matter
what was on paper, the stats—absent father, junkie mother, foster
kid, criminal. Those were all just labels. I knew I was more than
that. I had drive. I worked hard. And I had ideas, good ones. All I
needed was the right