Free Exploited (The Dark Redemption Series) by Lane Hart Page A

man’s tongue against mine makes me melt into the mattress, happily crushed by his massive frame, his hips rocking urgently into my lower body. Each thrust has the cement bulge in his pants hitting that spot that’s still tingling between my legs, so I spread them wider to give him more room.
    “Fuck, Blair,” he whispers against my lips. “I need to come.” His voice sounds hoarse before his hand goes between our bodies and I hear the zipper on his pants being lowered. When his weight lifts from me, and his knuckles start brushing my stomach, I realize he’s stroking his cock. Reaching down, I push his hand away, wanting to return the favor.
    “Ah, fuck,” he groans, grabbing my hand and holding it down above my head while his other hand resumes tugging on his cock, moving faster up and down his silky skin that I momentarily felt covering a thick, steel shaft. “Fuck yes,” he growls, and then his body shivers above mine before warm liquid oozes down my stomach that’s now exposed, my top pushed up to my breasts.
    His body sags to the side of me on the mattress, his leg still wedged in between mine. The sound of our heavy breathing is loud in the otherwise silent night.
    “I know I shouldn’t be here with you…not like this…but I can’t stay the fuck away,” he says, and when I turn my face to the side to look at him, he brushes the hair behind my ear sweetly, completely at odds with his dark and scary appearance.
    “Then don’t,” I say when I roll to my side to face him, meaning I don’t want him to stay away. I want to know more about him, who he is, how he knows my secret, and what he’s doing sneaking into my father’s house.
    When he sits up, I think he’s gonna leave, but then his dark hoodie raises over his head. He presses the fabric to my stomach, cleaning up the mess he made before tossing it to the floor and lying back down on his side. His arm reaches around me, grabbing my ass and pulling me against the heat of his hard t-shirt covered chest. I can’t resist pressing my nose into his neck that smells clean and masculine like the forest, so different from the lingering cigarette smoke on Brede. I rub my fingertips over the smoothness in front of me, only touching him for an instant before he grabs my hands and rolls me away from him.
    “Go to sleep, baby girl,” he says, snuggling against my back.
    It doesn’t take long before I start to drift off, wondering which of the first two men to ever touch me I’ll dream of.

Chapter Seven
     
    Late Night Prowler
    What the fuck am I doing here?
    I should’ve left her alone. She was sound asleep when I came into search, and I could’ve snuck out the window without her ever knowing I was here. But I couldn’t resist. And fuck if she wasn’t so damn pliant, willing to let me do whatever I wanted to her. Now she’s pressed against me, so fucking tempting. But I can’t take advantage of her, no more than I already have. You can bet your ass I’ll come back tomorrow night, though, and I’ll keep taking whatever she fucking gives me.
    “I wanna stay here tonight,” I say into the silence. Her regular breath stops before her head moves up and down against my chin in the gesture of her agreement; but, of course, she doesn’t say the actual word. She’s only said a few words in two nights, one I insisted she give me before I slipped her hand into her panties, two others to tell me not to stay away and Oh God when she came for me.
    Knowing her history, reading the reports on her earlier today, I know her bastard of a father is to blame for her muteness. In ten years they couldn’t get a single word out of her, and I already have a handful. I tell myself that this is progress, her opening up ever so slightly with me, which is one of the reasons why I need to keep coming back.
    Honestly, though, yeah, I still partially blame her for ruining my life, putting me through fucking hell for four goddamn years until I ran away, so I want to take