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“If I sense condescension in that tone one more time, Jersey Boy, I’ll make sure you’re never able to turn off the lights in your house again.” “The —? You can control the lights in my —? What?” What a weird fucking thing to threaten.
My whole face heated and tears definitely started to sting my eyes. This was nothing but embarrassment. Everything about it hurt. I spent so much money on this dress and the heels just to convince myself that I could look nice enough to be on a date with somebody like him. Somebody like this fucking cocksucker. Just for it to play out this way. Just to learn that dating someone like me was never really his goal. God, it made me feel sick.
I didn’t give myself the opportunity to breakdown often, but this one felt appropriate. I felt ridiculous. This was what I got for thinking someone might’ve just wanted to date me. This was what I got for thinking I could do anything that was normal for other people to do. This was what I got for buying myself a dress and shoes.
“Come on, you bitch,” I whispered to the nothingness in the trunk while I continued searching for anything. “Women are supposed to stick together. Against men. They’re the problem. I can’t help but feel like the queen of the underworld should really be on my side here.”
“If you snore, I’ll smother you.” “Threaten me with a good time, and I’ll show you one.”
Why couldn’t he have been a nasty, disgusting pervert? He was already an asshole and I already hated him. He was delivering me back to my literal death. The least that he could do in return for that was not be fucking beautiful. That sounded reasonable to me. But no. He was walking red flag material, and everything about that apparently called out to me. He was painfully attractive.
He was older than me, by enough that he somehow had the perfect amount of just barely visible gray hair peeking through the otherwise nearly black hair. He was funny in the most hateful and messed up kind of way. I wondered how much of him was covered in tattoos. I wondered how much of him was covered in muscle. And he was so far off limits that he might as well have been chilling on the fucking moon. I
nearly needed a cold fucking shower by the time I’d closed myself in the bathroom. Christ. For the life of me, I couldn’t figure out why fucking her into submission was the first thing that crossed my mind out there. Everything about how afraid she was when it came to me sent entire shockwaves of lust straight to my dick.
This was definitely a new problem for my world. These jobs didn’t usually involve women who looked like her. Or even women who acted like her. This line of work usually involved men. And occasionally, a fucking horse, as it turned out. But a young, gorgeous woman who was street smart and had the kind of mouth that spoke too quickly for its own good with full lips that, no doubt, looked like sin in the flesh wrapped around a cock? That shit didn’t even seem possible in real life.
I took my lock from the door and put it in my own bag before I held out my hand for her backpack. I almost couldn’t fucking breathe when she smiled as she handed it over to me. It was the most sincere thing I’d ever seen her face do, and it was frustratingly remarkable.
She laughed again, and I’d be motherfucking damned if I wasn’t considering pulling over for one of us to get on their knees. I shook my head to try to force that thought back out.
he slammed on the brakes and swung the car to the shoulder of the road within a span of seconds. He unfastened his seatbelt and came all the way across the center console until his chest was against mine.
“You beautiful fucking disaster,” he said and wrapped a hand around the back of my head before he crushed his lips against mine. It wasn’t passionate. There was no tongue. It was over just as quickly as it had started. He was there and then out of the car entirely in the blink of an eye. And I still couldn’t fucking breathe. My whole body was buzzing with adrenaline. I felt better about myself by calling it adrenaline, rather than lust.
He was back in front of me before I even had time to blink again and had my face in both his hands. The front of his body hit mine with so much force that I would’ve stumbled right away from him if he hadn’t been holding me in place. And he kissed me the way that I’d been robbed of in the car. I should’ve been so embarrassed about moaning directly into his mouth when his tongue pushed my lips apart, but pure unrestrained lust was holding my shame hostage. My whole body melted into his until I felt like I didn’t even have bones to hold myself up anymore. I don’t even know when it happened but
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Somehow still smelling like cinnamon.
He didn’t even wait for the doors to close before he’d turned to face me and backed me all the way into a corner. He brushed some of the hair away from the side of my face before his hand went down to my jaw. I couldn’t breathe anymore when his thumb moved across my bottom lip.
“If you don’t want this to happen, I need you to say something now. This is the only chance I’m going to give you to tell me to stop before I fuck you right into tears. And you can think about it for a second before you decide. You probably should.”
“I’ve never been gentle with you, Fancy Face, and I don’t intend to start now. This won’t be slow and easy. I want your screams. I want you to break your fingernails on my skin. I want the fucking air in your lungs.”
“If I don’t answer you outright in this moment, can I offer my answer after we’ve started? Not to be a huge bitch about it or anything, but most guys talk a giant game and then fail miserably at following through. If you’re awful, can I tell you to stop then?”
“You know what, Triss? If you don’t come before I even touch you with my cock, I’ll let you walk right out that door. And I’ll give you a full fucking sixty minutes before I come find you again. But I get to try whatever I want to make it happen. Sound fair?”
He leaned down until his chest was on my back and his mouth was against my ear. “You’re going to want to hold onto that headboard, baby.”
“Open your fucking legs. Or I’ll do it for you.” “You. Can. Fucking. Wait.” I chuckled and reached around her with one hand to grab her neck and lift her head off the bed until her face was right next to mine. I forced the other hand between her and the bed to take her clit between my thumb and index finger. I squeezed it gently at first until she tried to make a noise, but it didn’t do much good with me holding her throat the way that I was. “Let me back in, baby.”
“It’d probably be easier on both of us at this point if you just did it. We both know I’ll still fight you the rest of the way. We both know you’ll hate me a little more with every run I make. You’ll go from wanting to fuck me to just wanting to hurt me anyway,” I said. “I know you’ve had to do it before. What’s one more? I’m not going back to them alive. You can let me disappear, or you can kill me. I think I’m okay with either one at this point.”
“I was so upset that you’d asked me out as a way to get to me,” she said, still not looking at me. “I was pissed at you for doing it. I was pissed at you for having a job like this, for not caring about other people enough to just not kidnap someone. I was pissed at you for existing. But I was so ashamed of myself for falling for it. It’d been a couple months since the guy before you. I’d been through several cities without a problem. I started to let myself think I could calm down for a minute. I was able to do that every so often before where there was this lull between the people coming
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“I’m really not the hopeless romantic type,” she said and laughed at herself. “I’m not interested in someone burning the world down for me. I can light a match all on my own. I don’t need or want grand gestures. Truthfully, I don’t even want date nights in places like this. This place is ridiculous and a waste of money in every way.” “What is it that you do want?” She swallowed hard and finally looked away from that couple behind me to look me dead in the eye. “Security.”
“I think love for me would just look like safety. That’s how fucked up my life has been,” she stopped to laugh and shake her head again. “I want to be able to fall asleep and wake up knowing I’m safe. That my heart is safe. That’s it. That’s all there is to it.”
“That,” she said. “And I mean, if he could also have a dick the size of an elephant trunk and know how to find my clit, that’d be cool. I think I could be happy with that. Seems most men are only ever in possession of one of those superpowers. So few of you were manufactured with both. Those of you who have both abilities are all fucking psychopaths. Doesn’t seem like a reasonable trade off to have to give up orgasms in exchange for stability.” I nearly dropped the fucking wine bottle. “Stability isn’t worth more than an orgasm? How drunk are you?” I asked while I laughed and pulled her glass
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“Thank you,” she whispered without ever looking at me once I was standing in front of her again. “It’s physically painful for you to say those words to me, isn’t it?” “I imagine it’s similar to having to swallow a Chinese throwing star.”
“Eye-catching in black. Looks like just any regular Challenger on the outside, until you get to see beneath it all and find out that she’s actually a Demon. Can’t be touched because she can’t be caught.” “A car, Jersey. It’s. A. Car.”
“A soulmate doesn’t just happen by chance,” she said. “It’s not somebody you just stumble across. Soulmates are made. I think you decide that you want somebody. You have to keep choosing that somebody every second of every day. You have to decide that they’re worth all the shitty days, that you’d miss the sound of their snoring more than you’d ever want the quiet nights back, that their broken pieces can fit together with your own so you both have a little better chance at being whole.”
“I’m just tired of being the runner, Jersey. I’ve been the fuse and the lighter in all this chaos. I’ve landed a shitty reputation but really, it’s one that I damn well earned. I’m broken and beaten down, but I own it. I know I don’t deserve that stability, that kind of love that I want. But it’s easier to believe that I might still get lucky than to have to just accept that this is it for me. That what I’m doing right now is what I’ll be doing until someone does decide they’ve had enough of my attitude or my mouth or my attempts to flee; until someone just kills me.”
“You’re going to apologize to her,” he said, and pressed his entire body against mine. “And then you can try to earn my forgiveness. You can use every part of this body to make me come.” His fingers brushed across my cheek and down my neck, then trailed down between my breasts. “You’re going to start by using that venomous, fucking tongue to trace every vein in my cock. And you’re going to do it now.”
“That wasn’t a request,” he whispered. “You can get on your knees on your own, or I can put you on them. Makes no difference to me.”
“But if you get down there on your own like a good girl, I’ll consider letting you enjoy what I’m going to do to you when we get to the room.”
The ever-so-confusing man that he was, held his hand out so I could use him to steady myself on the way down. God forbid I land too hard on my knees before he fucked my mouth as punishment for harming his precious Persephone.
wanted me to choke, he wanted me to struggle to breathe, he wasn’t happy until my cheeks were soaked with tears. By the time he was finally coming into my mouth, I’d nearly broken every fingernail I had digging them into his thighs. He pulled out of me as quickly as he could to kneel with me. He put his hand over my mouth and the entire lower half of my face. “Swallow. Every. Drop.” He pushed his forehead into mine until he heard me swallow. I hated myself a little for how proud I was when he smirked. “You’re fucking gorgeous when you just shut up and do as you’re told.
Shame you don’t know how to behave any other fucking minute of the day,” he breathed into my mouth before he kissed me. Both his hands came up to my cheeks when he pulled away. His thumbs moved to wipe away the tears. My mascara was waterproof, but I didn’t have that much faith in its ability to hold up to what he’d just put me through. I probably looked exactly like someone just punish-fucked my throat until I cried half my makeup off. He
“You’re a monster, Jersey. A fucking monster. You don’t know anything about me. Don’t know anything about what’s happened for me to end up here. And what’s worse is that you don’t even care to find out. Pluck some girl right out of her life to deliver her back to someone who will literally torture her just to listen to her scream before he kills her. Your only question is somehow what I did to him because you need to know how to preserve your own life until you get me back to Philly.”
“Only good girls get called good girl,” he said. “Bad girls end up in my handcuffs. They choke on my dick. Bad girls get fucked in every way imaginable until they beg me to stop. And then I fuck them a little harder.”
I knew what happened to someone when they spent so much time alone that they genuinely stopped remembering how to function around normal people. I knew what it meant for someone’s state of mind to only be able to rely on themselves for survival. I knew what it meant for someone when their literal life was the only thing they had that was worth protecting because everything else had already been taken. It didn’t take much guessing to figure out what her world had been like before if the only word she associated with love was safety.
She looked back up at me. “Will you just kiss me before you fuck me up? Not in your mean and hateful, biting, everything is a fight kind of way. Just — just kiss me?” Probably shouldn’t have told her to ask for what she wanted.
It was pathetic in every way, and I knew that. Nothing about this night had been an actual date. This wasn’t anything more than another job to him. It wasn’t anything more for me than another situation that I’d have to escape later.
I just wanted something soft from him for a few moments first. The way that he’d touched me while he asked about the past, the way he’d kissed my shoulder, and held me against him; it all had me craving something that might resemble intimacy, even if it was entirely fake and fleeting. I was the master at manipulation. So, it wasn’t difficult for me to see that he was willing to do whatever he needed to try to get the information he wanted. And even after being able to recognize that, I still wanted the feeling from it to continue.
He was so slow and so painstakingly careful about bringing a single hand up to the side of my neck that every inch of my flesh was pebbled with goosebumps by the time that he was leaning down to softly press his mouth against mine. He pulled his face away almost as quickly as he’d done it. Really, I imagined that was about as much as I could hope for in asking for something intimate and gentle from a man like him. As soon as I opened my eyes to try to prepare for whatever he had planned for his next move, he pushed his forehead against mine and closed his eyes like he was fighting with himself
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“Please don’t stop.” His whole body stiffened. “Fuck,” was all he said before he was kissing me again. He had my face in both his hands and he started to walk me backward. He was desperate to be back in control this time, like he was certain he’d find all the secrets of life hidden somewhere inside me if he could just kiss me deeply enough.
He slapped his hand over my mouth. “If I hear any words that aren’t Jersey or please come from that mouth, I’ll fuck it until you black out this time, Fancy Face.” My response? A moan. I fucking moaned at that.
“I heard a lot more than Jersey and please in that, baby,” I whispered. If she heard me, she didn’t show it. She didn’t move, she didn’t react at all. “I’ll let that one slide because I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything quite as stunning as you are when you break for me.”
It should’ve been uncomfortable, whatever this moment was between us. I should’ve been biting her. She should’ve been slapping me. I should’ve already been back to fucking her. She should’ve been screaming that she hated me. Instead, I was kissing her again; giving her a taste of her own ecstasy.
She sat up in front of me to start unbuckling my belt. And she never took her eyes from my face while she did it. I leaned down to kiss her again when she started to push my pants down past my hips. “Please, Jersey.” She’d smiled against my mouth while she whispered it. Fuuuck.
Her arms went around my neck and she pulled me down until every part of my body covered hers. She buried her face against my neck like she was trying to muffle the little gasp that came out of her mouth with every rock of my hips. And that was just not going to fucking work for me.
