Five Brothers Read Online Penelope Douglas

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, New Adult Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 173392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 867(@200wpm)___ 694(@250wpm)___ 578(@300wpm)
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He doesn’t look at it, though. He looks in my eyes.

He’s young. Not much older than me, but definitely taller. Broader.

Too close.

I spin around, but before I can take the first step away, he’s grabbing me and hauling me back against his chest. I gasp, feeling one of his hands cover my breast and the other one slide down between my legs.

He exhales in my ear, stroking the slit beneath my underwear. “Oh God, you got something good, don’t you?”

He moans.

I squirm, whimpering, “No …”

He reaches inside my panties, stroking me as he sucks in air between his teeth. “Get in the truck.” He spins me around and releases me, but he pushes me toward his car before I can run. “I’m your man now, honey,” he growls.

I look side to side as he shoves me, his open door blocking my escape to my left and him blocking me on my right. I scramble into the truck, flipping over and crawling backward as far as possible to the other side until my back hits the door.

I grab the handle behind me, but the locks click just before I yank. I pull up and down, trying to get out, but his eyes are on me as he climbs in and slams the door. I can’t move. I clench my thighs.

His gaze travels down my body to my legs and everything he can see with my skirt hiked up. I pull it down.

“Goddamn,” he murmurs, his tongue moving inside his mouth.

He kicks the truck into Drive and hits the gas.

“Where are you taking me?”

“Somewhere I can pay my new girlfriend a little attention,” he replies.

His eyes dance as he watches the road, a trickle of sweat streaming down his chest. I watch it glide over every ripple in his abs.

His dark hair is blacker near his ear where the sweat has matted it, and I watch him bite his bottom lip as he stares ahead. Smooth, young neck. Every muscle flexed as he holds his arm out straight and fists the steering wheel. No tattoos. Just a scar on his eyebrow—a small slit where the hair no longer grows.

I dig my nails into the seat behind me.

I should try harder to get away. Hit him. Kick him.

He pulls off the road, down a gravel path, and then takes a sharp left into a small lot surrounded by woods. It’s where people come to play with their ATVs. The woods are filled with trails.

But the lot is abandoned at night.

It’s just us.

He parks and shuts off the engine, the cab turning nearly pitch black.

I feel hands grip my ankles, and I’m yanked down the seat as he kneels between my legs and hovers over me.

“I want to go home,” I say.

He doesn’t reply.

Reaching under my skirt, he peels my panties down my legs and over my shoes, staring at my naked skin. “Oh God, you are a pretty little bitch.”

Pushing up my shirt, he comes down, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth as he strokes me between the legs with one of his hands.

“Mmm,” he groans.

I grip his wrist under my skirt with both hands, trying to take his hand out from between my legs, but his muscles flex underneath my fingers, holding tight. Flicking my nipple with his tongue, he moves to the other breast, and I shove at his chest, whimpering, but he pays me no mind as he takes his pleasure.

Like he doesn’t see me.

Like I’m just here for fun.

He pinches my nipple between his teeth, and a shock shoots through my stomach to down between my thighs. I release him and drag my fingers up my stomach to the waist of my skirt.

“Yeah, your wet little cunt is ready for me, isn’t it?” he coos.

Yeah, baby.

I clutch the hilt of the knife hidden in my skirt and raise my arm, pressing the blade to his neck.

He stops.

I feel my smile in my fucking throat.

His hot breath hits faster against my skin as he hovers over my breast, and I lift my head, feeling like I’m floating as I get into his face.

“Get off me.”

God, how he just stopped. That was awesome.

I could do whatever I wanted to him right now.

Slowly, he sits back in his seat, and I follow, keeping the blade at his neck as I slide my leg over his thighs.

Straddling him, I settle in his lap. “Put your hands on the roof,” I order.

He raises his arms, still barely breathing as he places his palms above his head.

The steering wheel presses into my back, and I lean into him, the hard flesh of my nipples pressing through my shirt, against his warm chest.

He holds his breath as I slip my free hand down, digging in his pocket. I pull out a few folded bills and hold them up, smiling a little before dropping them inside my shirt pocket.



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