Something Fierce [The Underground 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free Page B

don’t.”
    Tristan felt herself pressed against the side of her house and then a wet mouth latched onto her throat.
    “You taste so good, baby.” He ran his tongue up her throat and kissed the side of her mouth. Tristan turned her head and tried to push him away, but her arms were far too heavy for her to lift. She moaned again when he pressed his lips to her mouth. He must have taken her moan as affirmation that she enjoyed his advances because he speared his tongue in her mouth.
    She managed to turn her head and mumble, “No, no, please stop.”
    “You don’t want me to stop.” He kissed the side of her neck again.
    Tristan’s heart slammed hard against her ribs. It was like she was there but she wasn’t. Her mind knew what was happening but she couldn’t bring her body to stop it. “Please, stop.”
    He grabbed her thigh roughly and lifted it over his. His fingers pressed painfully on her flesh, and she tried in vain to push him away. He was stronger, but she had resolve. The beers she had couldn’t have possibly made her feel this way, could they? It was too much work to think.
    He pressed his lips against hers and forcibly shoved his tongue down her throat. He tasted like stale beer. She tried to push him away again. One of his hands held her head immobile while the other snaked its way between her breasts, over her belly, and under her skirt. Hot tears tracked down her cheeks. Her arms felt like lead plates, and coupled with his strength, she knew what was bound to happen.
    His fingers ran over the edge of her panties and she started to shake. In one swift move he tore her panties away and ran his fingers over her now-exposed flesh. Wave after wave of dizziness and nausea swept over her. She was on the edge of passing out, but a force inside of her refused to succumb. She knew that once she was out there would be no fight in her and Max would have free rein over her body. He already did now, but the very idea of not being conscious was too horrible to even consider. So, using what little strength she had left, Tristan forced her eyes to stay open, forced herself to not let go.
    Just as she heard the zipper of his jeans being pushed down, his body was no longer pressed against hers. She instantly slid to the ground, not being able to hold herself up any longer. She blinked a few times at the scene before her, not sure if what she was seeing was accurate.
    Max was on his back on the front lawn while Kash stood menacingly over him. Her eyes widened fractionally as she watched Kash slam his fist into Max’s face repeatedly. Max’s feeble attempts to ward Kash off only seemed to make him more pissed. In the moonlight, Kash looked fierce. His muscles strained every time he reared back and slammed his fist into Max. When Max stopped fighting back and only moaned on the ground, Kash got off of him. He rolled his shoulders and cracked his knuckles.
    “When a woman says no that is exactly what it means, motherfucker.” It looked like Kash was going to go another round on him, but Max sprinted toward his car. Kash made a move forward, his anger palpable in the night air, but Tristan moaned loudly when an intense wave of dizziness slammed into her. She couldn’t hold the contents of her stomach any longer.
    Head to the side, Tristan let the inevitable happen. When she was done, she glanced up at Kash and saw him watching her with an unreadable expression. He glanced once more at where Max had taken off and then back at her. She heard the squeal of tires as he tore out of there like his life depended on it, which she supposed it did. She blinked up at Kash, who cursed and was walking briskly toward her. She knew she should be afraid. Hell, he had just beat the shit out of someone right in front of her. He had also saved her.
    When he was close enough that she could see his face, she saw a small cut above his eye. Dried blood covered it so she knew Max hadn’t hit him. Had he gotten into an earlier fight as well? He