Within Sight (New Adult Biker Gang Romance) (Night Horses MC Book 5) Read Online Free PDF

had to try.
     
    I stopped fighting for a moment.
     
    William and Chad were both surprised.
     
    The guy behind me loosened his grip, just enough, just barely enough for me to wrench away from them.
     
    “Get the fuck away from me,” I said. My voice was clear and strong. “I already said it. I’m not your whore. I’m not anyone’s whore. I’m not a slut, and even if I was, I wouldn’t fuck either of you if you were the last dicks on the planet. Just fuck each other like you clearly want to and leave me alone.”
     
    Okay.
     
    Maybe that went a little too far.
     
    Maybe, instead of a dramatic monologue, I should have run when I had the goddamn chance.
     
    I was so fucking stupid.
     
    William was back on me in a moment, his face contorted with rage, knocking me to the floor. For the second time in two minutes, I had the breath knocked out of me by that asshole.
     
    “Just shut the fuck up,” he muttered at me, kneeling on me and pinning my shoulders to the floor. “Worthless bitch.”
     
    I caught a glimpse of Chad staring down at me before William’s mouth was on mine.
     
    I don’t want to call it a kiss. It was nothing like what I shared with Merle. It was an assault, a disgusting invasion.
     
    He was too smart to try to shove his tongue in my mouth, I’d have bitten him.
     
    As I struggled, he was kicking my legs apart, kneeling between them, grinding his jeans, his shaft hard through the denim, against my sweatpants.
     
    He took one hand off my shoulders to grab my breast and maul it through the thin cotton of my t-shirt and bra.
     
    Why had I changed into something so soft, so easy to be touched through?
     
    Fuck that, why was I blaming myself? Wear jeans and a sweater so assholes can’t grope me as easily? Wander around sweating and uncomfortable because some fucking low-life can’t keep his hands to himself?
     
    Fuck.
     
    That.
     
    The fear was back. I’d felt so strong, so powerful, when I’d gotten away from them and told them off, and now I felt helpless again.
     
    I was trapped, held to the floor, wearing lightweight clothing.
     
    There was absolutely nothing left to protect me.
     
    Unlike El Jefe, they didn’t have to hold rape over my head as a last assault, a final weapon of terror.
     
    I could hardly breathe.
     
    William’s free hand moved lower as he nipped my collarbone. I thought of Merle, of Merle kissing me there, of Merle over me, and I almost wept.
     
    I was totally, totally fucked.
     

 

 
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