Free Half Blood by Lauren Dawes Page A

There was nothing about her that was real except for her eye colour and even then that was debateable. Physically, she wasn’t anything like his usual type, but she would do. She looked like a screamer.
    ‘What do you want to do?’ she asked, sucking in her lower lip so slowly that it made his cock grow hard.
    ‘I’m going to tie you up bitch,’ he growled. She pressed her upper body closer to his, moaning when he ran his hand along her hip and dug his fingers into her ass. He pulled her towards him until she was forced to straddle him on the bar stool. Her skirt rode up revealing just a thin piece of fabric between her core and his straining cock. She ground herself onto him, throwing her head back; her mouth parted in an open invitation.
    He glanced over her shoulder to find the whole bar watching their little show. He lifted his hips up to meet her core until she screamed out. He smiled at all the other cocksuckers and pushed her off him roughly.
    ‘Are we going to get out of here baby?’ she asked pulling her non-existent skirt down.
    ‘I’m going to finish this drink then I’m going to fuck you next to a dumpster in the alleyway. You feel me?’ he asked raising an eyebrow at her. She nodded slowly at him, her eyes heated. Her arousal was so strong that he could have said anything to her and she would have done it.
    Picking up the drink in front of him, he threw it down before grabbing some green from his pocket and leaving it on the bar. The bartender lifted a bushy eyebrow in question.
    ‘To clean up the mess,’ Buddy told him gruffly. He took the girl around the waist and led her out into the cold, winter night. It was a good fucking night.
     

Chapter 8
     
     
    Indi’s hand flexed around the handle of her knife and waited in the suffocating darkness for her attacker. Her anger liked the suspense; the anticipation of spilling fresh blood.
    ‘Found you, Kitten,’ Wright purred above her head. She whipped her head around to look up at him, unable to move fast enough to dodge his hand that was only a few inches away from her now. He pulled her out from behind the dumpster and threw her to the ground. Her teeth rattled as she landed, her fingers losing their grip on the knife’s handle. Wright kicked her knife away, leaving Indi to watch it skid under the dumpster.
    She shuffled back against the wall, patting around on the ground for something, anything , that would work as a weapon. Her fingers touched something smooth and cold. When she ran the tips of her fingers around one edge to judge the shape, she sucked in a hiss. She’d found a piece of broken bottle. Wrapping her fingers around the neck, she shifted the weapon behind her back to hide it in the space between the small of her back and the wall.
    He crouched down in front of her, balancing all his weight on the balls of his feet. The switchblade was hanging casually in one of his hands that rested on his knee. ‘I told you I’d teach you a lesson.’ He caressed her face softly. Indi pulled away and spat in his face.
    ‘You fucking pig,’ she replied fiercely.
    She watched as his face clouded over with dark thoughts. He wiped the spit away with his sleeve and smiled cruelly. ‘Now, Kitten,’ he said with a strained voice, hauling her up by her arm. ‘You’re going to play nice.’ He flipped her over and pushed her in the back until her nose was kissing the wall. He hadn’t seen the piece of broken bottle yet, so she carefully slid it between her body and the wall down near her thigh.
    ‘What do you want?’ she asked.
    ‘I just want you, Nancy. I saw the way you were looking at me this afternoon. I know you want me as much as I want you. You just like to play hard to get, don’t you?’
    Her mouth was suddenly dry. She tried twice to respond before any sound came out. ‘Is this how you get all women to fuck you, you piece of shit?’
    Mr Wright growled down low in his throat before he turned her back around again, slamming her back