Kill Switch (Devil's Night, #3)

by Penelope Douglas

We charged down the road, and I was having so much fun now. But I wasn’t the one who was losing control. My pulse and breathing had calmed. His, on the other hand… I felt his chest rise and fall against my back as his breath hit my cheek, shallow and labored. I curled my lips in a little smile. My turn. “Tell me when,” I said. “When what?” “I want to turn again.” I felt his head shake side to side. “We’re going too fast for that now, Little Devil.” I held onto the wheel and lifted up my foot, putting it on top of his and pressing it into the pedal, so he didn’t let off the gas. “Please?” His voice shook. “Winter...” I nudged the steering wheel side to side, playing. “Left or right? You choose or I will.” He breathed hard through his teeth, gripping my hips with both hands now. “No.” “I’m gonna do it.” “No,” he growled in a loud whisper. “You do what you’re told.” I jammed down on his foot, accelerating the car a little more. “Left or right?” I asked, my nose brushing his. “Tell me.” He panted, digging his fingers into my skin through my sweatshirt. “Three,” I threatened, counting down. “Two…” “Okay, okay, okay,” he said. “Wait. Just wait.” I leaned my forehead into his. “One.” “Okay, three o’clock! Now!” he hissed. I faced forward, rotated the wheel right, both of us slamming into the door as the car sprung over the dips and uneven earth on the new gravel road. “No, four!” he shouted, realizing three wasn’t enough. “Four o’clock! Shit!”