Free Hard Way by Katie Porter Page B

she snarled.
    He wedged fingers into her hair and pulled back. Her neck was tight, bent viciously. Pain washed over her scalp. Her breath ran shallow. She couldn’t wiggle free. She’d tried her best moves and he’d shut her down. Between Liam’s body and the dark recess of the trunk, she couldn’t escape.
    Then he unbuttoned her slacks.

Chapter Nine
    Dash’s hands had shaken when he’d followed Sunny from work to the organic grocery she loved. His hands had shaken after throwing her into the trunk, when he was torn between firing up the engine and setting her free.
    Christ. What the fuck were they doing?
    His hands weren’t shaking now.
    Did that mean it was right? Okay now? Or maybe he’d warped his mind around the possibility so that every curse and attempt to fight back was Sunny’s way of saying yes, yes, more.
    Her slacks were loose-fitting in that way models wore, accentuating beautiful figures by leaving some to the imagination. Dash didn’t need his imagination when they pooled onto the desert blacktop and revealed a skimpy, pristine white thong. It practically glowed in the full moonlight, resting there between her golden-hued ass cheeks.
    Holding her immobile, he took one breathless moment to enjoy that incredible sight.
    Then it was gone. His softness. His tenderness for this woman. It winked out. No, it detonated like a chandelier smashed with a baseball bat.
    With his forearm across the base of her spine and clasping the zip tie, he kept her torso still. He used his other hand to yank her head back toward his chest. The profile of her taut throat was a work of erotic art against the backdrop of the moonlit sky. A tear had gathered in the eye nearest, the one she used to glare at him.
    “Crying already, darling.” He pulled the dark, sinful mass of her hair like a tether that would always bring her home. His. He kissed away the tear, taking that salt into his mouth. “And we haven’t even started.”
    “If you think I’m going to cooperate in this piece of sick theater, you’re dead wrong.”
    “Too bad,” he whispered. “You already are, whether you like it or not. If you’re very, very lucky, you’ll come when I do.”
    “Liam—”
    Without letting go of her hair, he clasped a hand over her throat. Dark strands tangled in his fingers and stray wisps streaked across her lush mouth. “Whatever you’re going to say won’t matter. You’re helpless here, Sunny. Helpless .”
    Her tiny moan was accompanied by the slightest shift of her hips. Toward his.
    “So, say it now if it makes you feel better,” he said. “I like knowing you still think you can get something out of this.”
    “I…I didn’t like the other morning. You’ve never left me wanting before.”
    “I was trying something new. Like this. This is new.”
    He shoved her face first into the trunk. Her ass was even more delectable in such a vulnerable position. While she fought his hand where he pressed and pressed her nape, Dash pulled another zip tie from his back pocket. The coiled plastic sprang free. He looped and tightened it above her kneecaps. When the fuck had he learned to do that one-handed? Or any of this? The logistics had fallen into place in a matter of moments—how he would follow her, where he would abduct her, where he would take her.
    How he would fuck her: with her legs tied, her arms tied, and her head futilely shaking against his hold.
    “Such a sweet peach of an ass. Do you know that, you teasing slut? And I own it.”
    “It’s my ass,” she said, gasping.
    “Not from where I’m standing.” He was so goddamn hard. He literally tented the stiff denim of his jeans. Her thong was easy to pull to the side—then rip away. Her growled cry shot adrenaline down the back of his thighs. “And look at this. Two holes.”
    “No! Don’t you fucking dare.”
    He squished her face against the floor of the trunk. Her delicate features were in profile, her cheek smashed. The glare from the trunk light