Tennessee Breeds
Breed stared at her. “I detest abuse. Especially violence by men on females.”
“Yeah, I gathered that much.” She sat up and winced as she pulled her large t-shirt off.
He simply stared at her bare breasts. Her nipples were erect and rosy. “Damn, you are beautiful,”
he whispered and looked up at her face. “But I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” she assured him. “Please… give me this much.”
Breed hesitated.
“Please? I want to know what it would be like to be with a man like you. To be cared for.”
He let out a breath. Damn if he didn’t want her and had from the moment he first saw her. “You
are still in shock and maybe you—”
Sitting forward, Kizzy pressed her lips to his, cutting off his excuses.
Once Breed tasted her, he knew he wouldn’t be refusing her.They call him Breed but it’s a sign of respect, not disrespect. Born to a small tribe of Cherokee living in the Appalachian Mountains...he’s a big man. Stands at six foot four and close to three hundred pounds of pure muscle. He wears his long black hair in a ponytail, hanging halfway down his back. He owns every room he enters and lacks fear of almost any confrontation.
His bright green eyes, the only thing he got from his father, were squinting as he looked down into the dingy. A woman lay there... tall and slim, short blonde hair with the tips dyed lime green. Breed shakes his head. What bothers him is the fact that she is covered in bruises and doesn’t seem to be conscious at the moment.
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