Free Nan Ryan by Outlaws Kiss Page A

longer a skinny kid. There’s soft, lush breasts beneath that blouse. Are your nipples big, Mollie? Are they the size of silver dollars?” He chuckled merrily and continued, “And that pretty little ass of yours. I’ve watched you wiggle it in those tight pants and dreamed of the day I would bare it and let it fill my hands while I—”
    “Dear God!” Mollie choked and ran for the door.
    She never made it. He beat her there, blocked her way, and again pulled her into his arms. Sickened, Mollie did exactly what the Kid wanted her to do. She fought him like a tigress. She screamed and cursed and hit at him. She sank sharp teeth into a sweat-slick, hairy shoulder and bit him as hard as she could. He loved it. His erection was already fully formed and Mollie, struggling impotently, could feel the hard length of him straining against her trembling belly.
    She fought harder. She shouted louder. She cursed more colorfully.
    It was a powerful aphrodisiac to the Kid. He stood, booted feet wide apart, bare arms wrapped around her, and knew this was going to be a night without compare. He raised a hand, gripped Mollie’s chin, and bent to kiss her. Catching her with her mouth open, he thrust his tongue deep inside. She frantically tried to pull away. His hand moved around to clasp the back of her head as his plundering mouth stayed fused with hers.
    Mollie was panicky. The Kid’s thick, bristly beard was covering her nose, his tongue was filling her mouth. She couldn’t breathe. Using her sharp nails, she viciously scraped deep furrows down his back.
    It worked. He took his mouth from hers and grabbed her arms. “You scratching me up before I even put it in, honey?” A demonic light flashed in his eyes “What will you do to me in bed?”
    “I am not going to bed with you!” she said and spit at him.
    He shoved her arms behind her back and held both her wrists in one big hand. He raised his other and rubbed the spittle into the thick mat of hair covering his chest.
    Smiling, he said, “That’s all right, darlin’. You wet my chest and I’ll wet yours.” His fingers went to the buttons of her blouse.
    Squirming, struggling, Mollie winced when her blouse was pushed apart and he laid a hand on her thin chemise. With one swift jerk he ripped it open, and added heat leapt into his eyes when her bare breasts spilled out.
    “Now which one should I lick first?” he said huskily, “the left nipple or the right?”
    His fascination with her bared breasts caused him to shift his weight, moving back just a trifle, leaving a bit of space between their bodies. It was enough for Mollie to bring a forceful, punishing knee up to slam into his swollen groin.
    The Kid yelped in pain and released her. Mollie flew across the room to the door and had it open before he recovered enough for pursuit. Jerking her blouse together, she bounded down the stairs. Half-crazed, in pain, the Kid came after her. He caught her halfway down. She screamed her outrage when he scooped her up in his arms, turned, and climbed the stairs.
    More than a dozen men, loafing in the hotel lobby, saw and heard them. Some laughed and slapped their knees. Others envied the big, bearded Anglo. None considered the disturbance to be anything out of the ordinary.
    Back inside the suite, the Kid kicked the door shut behind them. He walked straight to the bedroom and dumped Mollie on the bed. Before she could rise, he was pinning her to the lumpy mattress with his big body.
    They wrestled among the bedcovers and all the while Mollie’s fevered brain was churning. While she twisted her head from side to side to avoid his mouth, her eyes fell on the embroidery scissors on a night table where she’d flung them after cutting her hair. The blades were not long, but they were sharp. The scissors were her only hope. No one was going to help her. She had to save herself. She judged the distance to the scissors and inwardly groaned. They were too far away.
    There was only one way