Forced Series Box Set Read Online Celia Aaron (Forced #1-5)

Categories Genre: BDSM, Dark, Erotic Tags Authors: Series: Forced Series by Celia Aaron
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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
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Jae rubbed his ribs under his black shirt before finally taking his eyes off my prize. He smirked. “Felicia is here. Diesel. Saw a couple more I didn’t recognize.”

“Goddamn this shit.” The door slid closed.

“This bitch is going to cost us our lives.” Jax rubbed his hand over the mound of her ass. “Too bad we didn’t get a chance to skull fuck her first.”

She whimpered but didn’t move. She could learn, after all. The elevator dropped smoothly. I moved to Jax’s right so my body covered the girl. Couldn’t risk her taking a bullet and bleeding out before we delivered her. Jax and I held our guns at the ready. As soon as the doors opened, we started shooting.

A hail of bullets pinged into the elevator doors. Two slugs nailed me in the chest, my vest doing nothing to keep my heart from stopping and stutter starting again. Diesel stood about ten feet in front of the elevator.

“You fucking guys?” His voice boomed over the ricocheting sound of gunshots. He was big as a tank, one side of his face badly burned and twisted from an especially nasty job in Rio a few years back.

“Stand down, Diesel. Bitch is ours.”

He didn’t lower his semi-automatic. “Give me the girl and I will.”

Movement in the corner of my eye. It was Jae, stepping from the stairwell. Fuck. The hitman code may have well as been written on toilet paper at this point. More gunfire. I took out Diesel’s legs. No armor there. Diesel fell back and sprayed bullets up into the ceiling.

“Go!” Jax yelled.

And then we were running, our steps thunderous and echoing in the parking deck. Jax turned and fired shots into the area where Jae had been only moments before. The self-proclaimed Seoul Killer had slithered away somewhere, likely planning on ambushing us later.

If we could just get to the car, there would be no fucking later. We’d be out of here with our prize intact.

Charlotte grunted as she jostled against Jax’s shoulder. I was glad we’d gagged her or she would have been screaming like a banshee.

The parking deck darkened the closer we got to the car. Someone had shot out the overhead lights. Seemed like a Felicia move. Then I saw a flicker of bright blonde hair. It was her, ducking between two cars up ahead.

“Felicia, three o’clock!”

Jax and I unloaded on her location, keeping up our pace as we went. The car was straight ahead. She popped up and sprayed the ground around us before ducking back down. Our covering fire kept her from taking us down.

We reached the car. Jax wrenched open the back door and tossed the girl inside. I ran to the driver side, but collapsed when a bullet ripped through my calf. Jae stood on the other side of the car, taking aim at my head to punch my ticket for good.

Jax pulled the trigger first, ending Jae’s career with a slug through his eye. I rose on my good leg and fell into the driver’s seat. Jax spent a few more bullets in Felicia’s direction before I gunned the engine and screeched out of that place. Felicia was in my rearview trying to shoot out the tires. Fucking bitch. The only good thing about her was that she swallowed.

A couple more guys I didn’t recognize tried some potshots as we sped out of the deck and into the dark street. Amateurs.

And then we were free. Speeding away with our princess. Grady Reynolds would pay us handsomely for his double-crossing business associate’s daughter. All we had to do now was deliver her and put a bullet in her head.

Chapter Three

Jax

That was close. Too close. Liam drove with his usual mix of aggression and speed. A light mist started to fall and slick the road.

“You get hit?”

“Just my leg. Feels like it went clean through,” Liam said. “You?”

“Just a graze along my stomach. Bullet came in sideways.” I felt around my black shirt, the sting of pain from the wound making me feel even more alive. “Stitches and it’ll be fine.”

“She get hit?”

“No. I don’t think so. Let me check.”

I threw a look over my shoulder. Charlotte lay where I’d thrown her against the backseat. I could see the curve of her tits against the fabric. She was well made. Large, high tits, small waist, flaring hips. I even spotted some ink along her back, though I couldn’t make out what it was in the darkness of her bedroom.

I sighed. What a fucking waste.

I turned around in my seat and yanked the cord loose that held the bag closed. I ran my hands up her smooth legs, feeling for any punctures. I yanked on the fabric, pulling her into a sitting position before shoving the fabric up and over her head. She swayed slightly with each of Liam’s swerves through traffic. Her left tit was still bare, the tip jutting upward, begging for my mouth.


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