by Alexa Riley
“The side is high enough that I could fuck you right here and no one would see.” I grip the edge of her skirt and lift it up to her waist. “Would you be quiet, angel?”
She bites her lip and shakes her head as she tries to hold back a smile.
“As I suspected,” I say, reaching down and unzipping my pants. “You two! Get in the truck,” I yell to the men, and watch as they climb into the cab, facing away from us.
I pull my cock out and see the hungry look in her eyes. “All for me?” she asks, licking her lips.
“I’ll wash your mouth out with cum later. For now, climb on my cock.”
I grip her hips and lift her a little as I bend my knees and slide into her tight pussy. Her hot cunt sucks me in tight and squeezes every inch.
“Those men in the truck are trying to watch me fuck you,” I say, moving in and out of her wetness.
She leans up and presses her lips to my ear. “I told them I was your daughter. That this was my birthday present to you.”
My cock grows bigger with her words, and I fuck her harder. “Why do you love getting into trouble?” I ask, gripping her thighs and hammering into her now.
She leans back, pulling her shirt up, exposing her tight nipples for my mouth. I fall on them, sucking one, then the other. I feel her pussy tighten, and I know she wants to release just as badly as I do.
“Because it gets you so hard,” she moans, squeezing me tighter.
I let go of her nipple with a pop, then pull her chest against mine as my lips move to her ear. “It’s okay, angel. Let them think what they want. They’re trying to sneak looks at you, and they’re wondering if they get to fuck you after I’m finished. They don’t care if I’m your daddy, they just want a turn.” I bite her earlobe and kiss it. “But you know they won’t. Because you belong to me. I’m your daddy forever, because I took what was mine. You’re forever my reward, little Anya.”
“Yes,” she breathes, right before she cums.
Her pussy covers my cock as her body gives in to what I demand. Her orgasm is loud, but I press her mouth to my chest as I thrust inside her one last time and finish. My own release pulls from every inch of my body and flows into her. It’s hard and deep, but it’s what she wanted.
“Happy anniversary,” she mumbles against my chest and then giggles.
“To one hundred more, my love,” I say, before placing a kiss on her lips.
THE END
Pound of Flesh
by Jessa Kane
Beast saw Beauty. And the hunt was on.
A beast has just kicked down my front door.
He’s massive, scarred, just out of prison and refuses to budge.
Unless I go with him.
He’s made it clear what he wants—my untouched body beneath his giant, damaged one.
If I run, he’ll hunt me down and take it.
But when he slips and shows me his desperation…
I’m no longer sure whether I want to run to him or away from him.
Chapter 1
Delilah
So. He’s not how I pictured Prince Charming.
Oh no. The terrifying giant who just kicked in the door of my house is more like the Prince of Death. Or an ogre escaped from a dungeon. His head is shaved, giving the world a perfect view of the scars bisecting his cheek, the crooked angle of his nose. There he stands, ducked below the splintered doorjamb, his lips peeled back in a snarl. Hulk fists curled and shaking. His eyelids are hooded, but the twin slivers of glittering green that zero in on me start my knees knocking.
My brother and his current girlfriend dove behind the couch when the Prince of Death entered the house by incredible force, but I froze. The closest hiding place is the laundry room behind me, but it’s too late. He’s seen me. And I doubt there’s a lock on the planet that could keep this man out.
What does he want?
Very aware that I’m the center of the giant’s intense focus, I cut my gaze toward Roger, my brother. As he peeks over the top of the couch, recognition dawns in his expression, and now I’m really scared. This isn’t just some random robbery; this is yet another person my brother has screwed over. When is he going to learn?
Judging the situation, he might not get the chance. Because we’re all about to be savagely murdered by someone who usually only exists inside nightmares. How unfair is that when I just graduated high school last month? I’ve recently been made a manager at the frozen yogurt shop, guaranteeing I’ll be able to pay for community college classes come fall. My life has barely begun, and now I’m going to be eaten alive.
Figures.
“Are you going to stand up and face me like a man?” The giant roars the question at my brother, but he’s still staring at me. “Or leave this little girl to fight your battles?”
Roger winces, looking to his girlfriend for guidance. She shakes her head and motions for my brother to stay down behind the couch, earning a scowl from me. Oh, real nice. Shows up whenever she pleases, runs up the water bill and eats the food I buy, but now that I’m fixing to get slaughtered, I’m no longer useful.
Resigned to an early death, I figure I might as well go out with some dignity.
“Are you going to pay to fix that door or what?” My voice is shaking, so I lift my chin to compensate. “Our security deposit on this place probably could have covered some cheap funeral expenses. Now the landlord is going to keep the whole darn thing to cover the damage you did.”
Prince of Death’s head tilts so slowly, I swear I hear his neck joints groan. “You’re so sure I’m going to kill you?”
“Well I don’t think you’re here to make me a sandwich.”
Is it my imagination or does the corner of his mouth twitch? “I don’t kill little girls.” He grunts and rests a hand on the broken jamb. Apparently, this is going to be a casual triple murder. “Speaking of which, why are you dressed like a boy?”
Is he trying to make me drop my guard? Seems like a futile exercise since he could snap me like a twig. Glancing down at my navy-blue Dickies work pants and hoodie, I shrug, wishing the ball cap hiding my long, blonde hair was pulled lower so he couldn’t see my self-consciousness. “It’s easier when men come into the shop. They don’t look as much.”
Oh Lord. His frown is so thunderous, my knees start knocking again. In a swift movement, he rips off a chunk of the doorframe, crushing it in his enormous fist, forcing me to trap a scream in my throat. “What. Shop.”
“I’m the manager at Swirly Betty.” Out with some dignity. Out with some dignity. “Best frozen yogurt in the county.”
Nice one, stupid.
“Roger!” the giant shouts. “Why is she working when you stole enough money from me to live comfortably for a fucking decade?”
My brother is now pale as Casper. His girl is definitely contemplating a sprint for the back door. Neither one of them speaks up, though, so once again I fill the silence. “Roger isn’t very good with money management.”
With a look of disgust on his scarred face, the giant scans the living room, taking in the giant flat screen, the collection of gaming consoles, three fish tanks, the lines of cocaine on the coffee table. “I can see that.”
“How do you know I stole your money, Raider?” Roger calls. Finally. “Could be I was just waiting for you to get out of the pen.”
A convict named Raider. Well at least I know the identity of my murderer. Sure, he claims he doesn’t kill “little girls,” but forgive me for being a little distrustful of the devil’s henchman.
“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.”
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Tempting the Law
TEMPTING THE LAW
by
Alexa Riley
Eden literally fell into Coen's arms as he rescued her, and she has belonged to him ever since that day. She has sent him an invitation to her graduation and he's obliged to go... Right?
Coen has always been Eden's knight in shining armor, and now she needs him more than ever. Will he come and rescue her one final time?
Warning: This book is short, with speed-of-light insta-love and a ridiculous storyline. If you're looking for quick and dirty, then come tempt the law with us!
Copyright © 2016 by Author Alexa Riley LLC. All rights reserved.
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Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.
Edited by Aquila Editing
Cover Photo by Sara Eirew
Cover Designer: Perfect Pear Creative Covers
Dedicated to everybody that just wants to get off. We can see to that need in two hours or less! ;)
Prologue
Coen
A little over two years ago…
I stare into the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. Maybe it’s the tears that make them seem so bright, almost unnatural, even in the dark of the night. They are unmissable. Maybe it’s the contrast of her dark hair and porcelain skin, but I can’t pull my own eyes away from hers. Fear is clear on the young girl’s face. That’s something she is far too young to have to experience. God knows what she’s been through in the past five hours. One can only pray this was about money and nothing more, but you never know when it comes to thieves.
She looks nothing like the pictures I’d seen of her not hours ago when the search for a missing sixteen-year-old girl was launched. Gone is the effortless, easy smile she had in each picture taken of her. From birthday parties, to cheerleading, to her as a little girl scout. The deep dimples I know she has show no signs of ever coming back. Part of me aches that a piece of her innocence has been lost in all of this.
“I promise I’ll catch you little bit. Just jump,” I yell over the rain that is pounding down all around us, muffling the sound of my voice, muffling the sound of the girl’s cries.
She looks back behind her like she thinks someone is coming for her.
“He’s not coming for you.” Her head snaps back around to me, and I see the relief in her face. No, he isn’t coming back for her, because he’s dead. I’d taken care of that. Three shots to the chest. He was dead before he even hit the ground. Maybe when she learns that he won’t be able to haunt her dreams, she won’t be scared anymore. To know that the man that had taken her on her walk home from school could never grab her again, it was a gift I wanted her to have. An easy one to give.
I wasn’t fucking around when we entered. I wasn’t there to ask questions. I’d only had one thought since the moment I’d seen the picture of young Eden. Kill. Anything that tried to touch her needed to go, and I’d done just that. I didn’t care if it had just been a simple ransom and he’d really planned to give the girl back unharmed. I was taking his life for just thinking he could take her. Just some two-bit criminal who escalated from armed robbery to kidnapping. I’m guessing the gas stations weren’t giving him enough money, and he was smart enough to do a job like this. If he could make a criminal escalation that quickly, God only knew what else he could do. He was better off dead.
“You’ve got to jump,” I tell her again, injecting a little more force into my words. The man wasn’t coming, but the fire was. Eating its way towards her one room at a time, no matter how hard the rain came. A fire the fucker had started when he knew we were closing in. Maybe because he was pissed he’d lost. He figured he wouldn’t be getting his ransom, so maybe he set it to just to destroy evidence. Eden was evidence.
He made sure we couldn’t get up the stairs to her, but that wasn’t going to stop me.
One way or another, I was going to get her. I’d rushed back out of the house, hoping to go in from the back. That’s when I saw her little face, her body leaning out the big window.
She nods, her full lips parting just a little and her eyebrows furrowing, but a look of sheer determination crosses her round face. Then she does it. Like she doesn’t give it another thought. She pushes herself through the window and falls into my waiting arms. I catch her easily. Her body wraps around me instantly as I close my arms around her, a barrage of emotions hitting me hard and nearly taking me to my knees.
“Oh my God, you got her!” I her Eden’s mother scream from behind me, and I turn to look in her direction. Eden holds on to me tighter, her fingers digging into me, letting me know she has no intention of letting me go. The possessive feeling I already had for her is bolstered by her fear of letting go.
She’s safe, I repeat to myself over and over in my head. She’s safe.
Her mother runs towards us, Eden’s stepfather in tow. He’s holding an umbrella over himself and his wife to make sure the rain doesn’t get them wet. I would have walked through fire for her. Almost did. But her own parents won’t even risk getting their clothes damp.
“Don’t leave me,” she whispers in my ear. I run my hand along her back, trying to soothe her, or maybe I’m trying to soothe myself. Either way, I feel some of the tension leave both our bodies.
“You have to go to the hospital, little bit.” I would love to keep holding her like this, ensuring nothing like this could ever hurt her again. I could protect her from all the hardness of the world. All the terrible things I know people are capable of because I myself have to see it every day. It’s my job, and I know how horrible people can be. I don’t want anything like that ever touching this young girl again.