McCoy leered at her over his shoulder, and her flesh crawled at the depraved hunger she saw glowing in his eyes.“I’ve always wanted to fuck an Australian.”He grinned at her struggles, nodding in appreciation.“I really need to thank O’Connell for giving me the opportunity.”
“Go fuck yourself.”
“When I have such a delectable piece of ass right here?”With a savage jerk on her wrists, he threw her through the van’s back doors.
Her shoulder smacked against the steel floor.White pain detonated up her neck into her head, blurring her vision.She twisted onto her back and immediately leapt forward, desperate to escape, but McCoy shoved her back in, his palms punching against her chest like twin mallets.
She landed on her ass with a thud, staring at the man before her through the dark tangled strands of her hair.“I’m not going to make this easy,” she growled.
McCoy’s teeth flashed.“I’d be disappointed if you did.”
He lunged forward, eyes ablaze.
She lashed out with her feet, striking his chest and gut with her heels.It made no difference.His weight whacked into her, ramming her backward, the ramrod shaft of his cock grinding into her crotch as he grabbed her wrists again, driving them to the van’s floor.He shoved his hips forward, a wet grunt of pleasure heating her face as she bucked underneath him.
“You’re a strong little bitch, aren’t you,” he panted, thrusting against her even as he fought to hold her down.“Just my type.”
Cruel fingers sank into her flesh, ground her wrists together, and she bit back a squeal of pain, determined not to show him anything but hate.
“Go on, lassie,” he drawled, hot breath assaulting her face, his right hand raking down her arm to cup her chin in an iron grip.“Scream for me.”
“Fuck off.”
“Not when I’m having so much fun.”With a petrifying speed, he tore at her top, ripping the material apart.“Oh, yes.”He gave her a smug smirk.“Very nice.”
“NO!”Regan screamed, thrashing underneath him.
But it was no use.He was too big.Too heavy.
Too determined.
He shoved his bulk harder, harder between the junction of her thighs.Only the cotton of her shorts and the denim of his jeans kept him from invading her…
With a grunt and a shove, he yanked down the elasticized waistband of her shorts.
Oh, Declan!No!
McCoy lifted his head, leering at her.“Ready?”
He jerked up his hips and reached for the fly of his jeans, the bulge between his thighs straining at the stretch denim with hideous insistence, pushing at the unreleased opening.
Regan watched him fumble with his zipper, dread storming through her.Now.While he’s distracted.It’s your chance.
With a strength born of petrified desperation, she kicked out, knocking him off her.Enough to thrust her knees up and push him backward.
He stumbled from the van, rage and hunger flaring in his eyes.“Oh, that’s my little lassie,” he growled, immediately regaining his balance.“Keep it up and I might let you live.”
He lunged again.
Regan screamed, scrambling backward.He landed on her, hands immediately hooking around her wrists.He yanked her arms wide and she fell to her back, the wind gushing from her in a harsh burst, her chest suddenly filled with lead.He pulled her wrists together and pinned them in one hand above her head, fingers sinking into her flesh and agony flooded through her.She writhed underneath him, doing every thing possible to escape him.
His hand raked at her, mauling, squeezing.His tongue and teeth savaged on her flesh.She sank her teeth into her bottom lip and fought back again, pounding her heels against his thighs, his ass.
Yet all it seemed to do was ignite him further.With each blow she struck, he thrust harder at her crotch, his hips driving her legs further and further apart.His nails scored slicing furrows down her rib cage to her stomach, and he rammed his hand between their pressed bodies until his fingers pushed past her shorts .
“NO!”Regan thrashed violently, petrified.Furious.
Rage poured through her.Rage and determined hope.She thrashed beneath him, closing her mind to the brutal assault and concentrating on her wrists.Slipping them free of his grip.Pouring every ounce of strength, hate and fury into the muscles of her arms she jerked them apart…and her wrists ripped from McCoy’s clenched fist with an audible pop.
