Dauntless (The LockDown Series Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

you serious right now, Abigail?” He strides towards me, his jaw clenched tightly, his fists by his side. Standing in front of me, he clasps my jaw firmly in his hand, squeezing slightly, causing a slight rush of pain to penetrate through me. His eyes are wide and red, his pupils dilated. For the first time since knowing him, I am slightly scared.
    “I am not YOUR baby, Abigail. You gave up any right to me, when you laid yourself out to be fucked like a whore.” He looks down my body again in revulsion, and then pushes my jaw to the side, letting go of it.
    “Leighton, please, let me explain.” I begin to cry and my jaw is now aching. I run my hands along it to soothe the sting.
    He turns quickly again, coming at me. He cages me into the tiled wall of the kitchen, his face mere centimetres from my own. I can feel his breath on my cheeks, his evil eyes sneering at me. I try my hardest to weasel my way out from under his entrapment, but it is impossible. His towering frame makes no leeway for an exit.
    His mouth descends onto mine greedily and harshly. His lips collide with mine with such force and ferocity I feel my teeth slice through the inside of my lip. The tangy taste of blood fills my mouth and coats my tongue. I try to force him off me but I’m not having any luck, his strength outweighs mine a hundred to one.
    His tongue forces its way into the open entrance between my desperate, parted lips. I am scared, but due to the intoxicating scent and warmth oozing from him, the place between my thighs is dripping, not the slightest bit bothered about my fear. My arousal takes over as my fingers find their way into his hair, gripping on tightly as he swallows me whole.
    His body pushes against mine, pinning me to the wall. He lifts his hips into mine and raises me off the floor slightly. His thighs push my own apart violently. Those strong fingers untie the belt to my gown, pulling it open to my naked wantonness. My nipples are erect and begging for his caress. “God, you have such fantastic tits.” His hands smother each of my breasts, covering them entirely. He begins to knead and squeeze at the sensitive tissue, causing delicious throbs to soar through me.
    His lips find their way into the crook of my neck, his tongue and teeth nibbling and suckling the skin. I can feel the love bite forming, but I don’t care. This man owns me, everything I am, everything I will ever be, is his. I want to bear his mark for the rest of my life if it will take away the hurt I have caused.
    “God, Leighton, baby.” I can feel his rock hard erection pressing against my naked pussy, the ridges stroking against my clit. I reach between my legs, trying to get a hold of his cock to give him some sort of pleasure as he continues his onslaught kissing my neck and touching my breasts.
    “No, you do not get to touch me, Abigail.” His hands leave my tits, clasping a wrist in each. Both of my arms are pinned above my head in seconds. His grip is near painful as he squeezes firmly to hold them in place. “You’ll do as you’re told, you stay still. I do not want to hear a word from those lips, do you understand?” His dominant, controlling side, I have seen a few precious times before, makes an appearance. If he thinks he is scaring me, he is sorely mistaken. This man, restraining me right now, makes me hotter than I have ever been before, makes my pussy throb painfully. I am close to coming just from hearing his rough clipped British tone.
    I nod my head, wanting to behave for him, so he will be kind to me and grant me some kind of relief. He removes one hand from my wrist and allows both to be secured by one gigantic hand. The pressure placed upon my artery sends hot pleasure into my womb, penetrating my very being.
    His removed hand finds its way down between my bare shaven folds, his fingers flicking ever so gently across my swollen clit. I want to moan and grab hold of his hair, but I know better than to disobey his orders.
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