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Rough Alpha: A Bad Boy Shifter romance

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He warned her what would happen if she didn’t stay away. She didn’t listen.

Rough, dirty brutes aren’t Faith Miller’s type, especially when they ride a Harley and treat her with the manners of a caveman… or at least that’s what she thought before she met Hunter.

He told her what he would do to her if she came near him again. He warned her that next time he wouldn’t hold back and he wouldn’t be gentle. Faith didn’t believe him… or maybe she did.

Now, with her panties torn off and her face pressed into the sofa cushions as the first searing stroke of his belt lands on her already burning hot bottom, Faith knows she is in deep trouble. But with the evidence of her body’s shameful surrender dripping down her bare thighs, will she plead for mercy, or will she beg him to mount her, claim her, and rut her like a savage beast?

Publisher’s Note: Rough Alpha includes sexual scenes and spankings. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Terror gipped her thundering heart. He was going to take her, use her, abuse her, then what? His devouring mouth muffled her screams, forcing her to siphon air through her nose. His long, thick, calloused fingers clutched her wrists, holding them above her head, the concrete wall, cold and hard, scraped her hands.

“Is this what you wanted?” he snarled, his lips suddenly pressed against her ear. “Is this why you’re here?” His mouth dove down to  suck her tender neck. “What’s wrong?” he demanded, his bristled jaw rasping her skin. “Can’t talk? Huh, can’t talk?”

“S-stop—p-please.”

“I told you not to come back,” he growled, his free hand groping her breasts, “or did you forget?”

“P-please…”

“I warned you. I told you what would happen if you did. Is this your way of begging for my cock?”

Helpless in his steel grip, she could do nothing as he lifted her skirt and shoved his hand in her panties.

“Ha, you’re drenched.”

His sharp whiskers grazed her cheek as his roughened thumb pressed against her clit. Her mutterings of protest filled the empty space, but when his finger slid into her wet depths, her cries became a gasp. She wanted to give in. She wanted to be on the floor, his manhood thrusting, her arms pinned. Instead she lifted her foot and stabbed the stiletto heel into his toe.

“Work boots! The leather’s tough, like my hide. But that’s what you like about me.”

“You’re wrong. You’re a fucking neanderthal.”

“Then what are you doing here?” he demanded, abruptly yanking his hand from her crotch to fist her hair and tug it back. “Look at me. Hey! I said look—at—me!”

She raised her eyes. His, crystal blue and glowering, glinted back.

“Tell me why you’re here!”

“I, uh…”

“I’m not a patient man.”

“I, uh, like empty building sites.”

He paused, the crinkles around his eyes deepening.

“Stop the bullshit. What woman in stilettos walks through a dark, empty construction yard?”

“A s-stupid one?”

She wanted to suck the words back.

“Was that supposed to be funny?”

“Maybe.”

“Do I look like I’ve gotta sense of humor?”

“Let me go!”

“You came for me. You wanted this.”

“N-no…”

“The first time, maybe it was an accident. Maybe you wandered in, but twice?”

“Dammit, you’re wrong,” she spat. “You’re so wrong.”

Suddenly jerking her forward, he stepped behind her and landed a barrage of stinging smacks on her backside. The assault lasted only seconds, but left her with a scorched behind and gasping for breath.

“Lyin’ don’t fly with me, sweetheart.”

“B-but—“

His hand still locked in her hair, he stared down at her, a deep scowl crossing his brow.

“Keep it up and your ass will be naked when I whip it. Sit!” he barked, pushing her to the filthy concrete floor.

Wishing her racing heart would stop its wild thumping, she watched him pick up her bag. For a fleeting moment she thought he was going to give it back to her, but he opened the flap and pulled out her wallet.

“Faith Miller,” he grunted. “Nice name.”

Stuffing it back into the purse, his brawny body towered over her, his heavily muscled arms boasting his power and strength. Leaning down and gripping her arm, he pulled her to her feet and shoved the bag against her chest.

“Get the fuck out of here. If I see you again I’ll strip you bare, tan your butt ’til it’s on fire, then fuck you into next week. Got it?”

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