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Bucking Griffin: Below the Belt Trilogy, #2

Bucking Griffin: Below the Belt Trilogy, #2

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Bucking Griffin: Below the Belt Trilogy, #2

Length:
110 pages
1 hour
Released:
Dec 18, 2017
ISBN:
9781386440109
Format:
Book

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Bucking Griffin is book 2 of the Below the Belt Trilogy. Book 3, Obeying Griffin, is available everywhere now!

He didn't need a chokehold to take my breath away.

Sadie 

I’ve got my career and reputation to worry about. The last thing I need is some bad boy adrenaline junkie who can’t keep his hands to himself.

So why does the sight of this guy make me want to drop to my knees?

This guy could practically snap me with those massive arms and his double-wide hands. It’s primal. It’s disgusting.

So why do I want it?

He makes headlines with his strong fists and fast women. He discards everyone and everything. I’m a smart girl—too smart to set myself up.

So why am I dying for him to knock me down?

Griffin 

She’s just another clean-cut girl hoping to piss off daddy by bringing a bruiser like me around.

Still, I’d like to see that uptight little suit on my bedroom floor.

She thinks she’s smarter than me. I wanna take her down a notch. In fact, I wanna take her all the way down.

A girl like that is just aching to be broken by a man like me.

She seems so pure, so untouched—more likely to curl up with a book than a man.

But we’ll see how much she feels like reading after I’m behind her with a fistful of that gorgeous hair.

Go ahead, sweetheart. Roll those beautiful eyes and use that condescending tone on me.

Soon enough you’ll be tapping out.

Released:
Dec 18, 2017
ISBN:
9781386440109
Format:
Book

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Bucking Griffin - Ashley Hall

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BUCKING GRIFFIN: Below the Belt Trilogy (Book #2)

By Ashley Hall

He didn't need a chokehold to take my breath away.

SADIE

I’ve got my career and reputation to worry about. The last thing I need is some bad boy adrenaline junkie who can’t keep his hands to himself.

So why does the sight of this guy make me want to drop to my knees?

This guy could practically snap me with those massive arms and his double-wide hands. It’s primal. It’s disgusting.

So why do I want it?

He makes headlines with his strong fists and fast women. He discards everyone and everything. I’m a smart girl—too smart to set myself up.

So why am I dying for him to knock me down?

GRIFFIN

She’s just another clean-cut girl hoping to piss off daddy by bringing a bruiser like me around.

Still, I’d like to see that uptight little suit on my bedroom floor.

She thinks she’s smarter than me. I wanna take her down a notch. In fact, I wanna take her all the way down.

A girl like that is just aching to be broken by a man like me.

She seems so pure, so untouched—more likely to curl up with a book than a man.

But we’ll see how much she feels like reading after I’m behind her with a fistful of that gorgeous hair.

Go ahead, sweetheart. Roll those beautiful eyes and use that condescending tone on me.

Soon enough you’ll be tapping out.

Griffin

Itried not to grope her on our way out of the restaurant. After all, I wasn’t a complete animal, and she was obviously worked up enough already.

Fuck.

Just the memory of how tight she squeezed my cock – the way she moaned, scratched, and squirmed as I fucked her...it was enough to make me hard again. Luckily enough, she was walking in front of me.

By the time we reached the hostess’ stand, our skinny little waiter had, no doubt, shocked the shit out of everyone by telling them what we’d been up to behind our curtain. At that moment, I didn’t really want to cause a scene. I was too hell-bent on getting Sadie out of the restaurant and back to my place...where I could really make her mine.

As the manager came over, I quickly handed him a handful of hundreds – more than enough to cover the bill and tip, as well as pay for anything I might have broken. My bad. I wasn’t feeling particularly chatty, and so, as soon as the shocked man took the money, I was tugging Sadie towards the door.

"Griffin!" I loved the way she sounded so fucking scandalized by everything I did. She didn’t just giggle and go along with me, playing coy. I continued to shock her – and it showed on her face.

Her sweet, sheltered, gorgeous face. "What was that?" I merely grinned at her, opening the door before I propelled her gently through it.

Tell you later. I squeezed her ample ass suddenly and she gasped, eyeing me with a mixture of anger and arousal that had me biting back a moan. How the hell did she get to me so badly?

But then, of course, the moment was ruined.

The moment we got outside, at least five or six cameras went off, their flashes blinding us. "What the f-"

My question was cut off by a bunch of reporters attempting to ram questions down my throat. My eyes adjusted quickly to the bright light and I scowled at the crowd that had formed. Who the hell told them where I was? I was prepared to shove through them to the fucking car and be done with it, but, next to me, Sadie froze, her eyes wide in horror.

I could admit that she looked a mess – well-kissed and well-fucked, and I realized that I didn’t want anyone else to see it but me.

Back off! I barked to the reporters, bringing my arm around her to shield her from the cameras protectively. "No fucking pictures!"

But there were too many of them. They were too rabid to listen to me.

Who’s this, Griffin? The newest flavor?

What’s her name?

How long have you been together? Several more cameras flashed and I started to get pissed. Turning to glare at the crowd, I narrowed my gaze as my temper rose. "Last warning. Back the fuck up."

I might have been speaking to a brick wall. The fuckers wouldn’t take no for an answer – and one of the bastards got bold. He attempted to duck under my arm to get a good picture of Sadie.

That was all it took for me to lose it.

Whirling on the small man, I snatched his camera from him to fling to the ground. When I brought my foot down on it, glass splintered and cracked, and he yelled in outrage. But, that was nothing. Next I grabbed the man himself and planted my fist in the middle of his face.

Bones cracked. Blood spurted – and the idiot went down like a stone.

But the only thing that concerned me was Sadie’s shrill scream of horror. While the other reporters continued taking pictures frantically, I turned to see her staring at me as if she’d never seen me before in her life, her mouth a wide O of shock.

And it wasn’t the kind of shock I liked to see.

"Fuck," I snarled, my temper still humming as I reached out to snatch her hand and drag her toward the car. Unlocking it, I all but shoved her in before shutting the door and going to the driver’s side.

I needed a minute. Just one goddamn minute.

Slamming my fists onto the top of the car, I exhaled slowly, trying to calm myself down. The reporters were hot on our heels so I didn’t have much time, but I couldn’t get into the car like this.

She’d already seen enough of my classic Griffin charm for one night.

After about a minute, I finally slid into the car just ahead of the reporters, and for a moment, I just sat there, clutching the steering wheel tightly. I didn’t look at Sadie, but I could feel her staring at me.

And it wasn’t with the awed, heated gaze that she had only half an hour earlier. She was terrified...and with good reason.

Cursing under my breath, I started the car and backed out of the parking lot. As I made a U-turn to head back to the highway, Sadie turned away from me to stare out of the window.

She didn’t say a word.

And I knew I had fucked up royally.

The ride back to the city was silent as a graveyard. I didn’t even dare to turn the music on – besides, I doubted that metal would lighten the mood.

I didn’t do well with silence, so about ten minutes in, I broke it. Where do you live? I’ll take you home.

She stiffened next to me, still staring out the window. Just take me back to the office. I’ll drive home myself.

I scowled. Now she was just being stubborn. You’ve had a lot to drink.

"So have you." She snapped back, turning to glare at me a moment before her expression softened somewhat.... turning back into fear. There was a long beat before she finally spoke again, telling me her address.

She lived in a little complex of condos uptown, in the kind of neighborhood I never could have imagined visiting as a kid. Of course, I’d lived in a

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