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There are two types of people in this world: those who stop for a stranger on the side of the road and those who keep on driving.
“Miss, it’s okay if you don’t want to,” he says with a smile. All I can see against the dark night are his white teeth and a soaked, light-colored shirt. “Sorry to waste your time. Drive safe.” He pats the roof of the car and walks away.
“Don’t do something stupid, pretty girl.” His voice is soft, almost sensual. He isn’t panicking, but his calm demeanor is making me panic.
I look at the purple rabbit’s foot hanging from the rearview mirror and chuckle too low for her to hear over the rain. It sure isn’t her lucky day. “You don’t have a choice. What are you so afraid of, rabbit?”
“He’ll kill me,” she whispers. The words pinch past her lips, as if it hurts her to say them.
Like a rose growing in the middle of a landfill. Beautiful, but surrounded by trash.
“Mark my words, little rabbit, I will fuck you,” he growls. “If not now, later. Maybe tomorrow. But for this little stunt, I will have you beneath me.”
“You shouldn’t have let me feel you coming around my fingers, because now I want more. No, I need more. So when I tell you that you aren’t going to wear panties or that you’re going to wear that little skirt, you’re going to listen. I’ll make you feel better than your husband ever did.”
“Do you know what I like, rabbit? When it’s not a no from you, it’s a yes. Shit, even when it’s a no, it’s still my yes.”
She needs to learn, though. I won’t allow her to have her panties unless she’s wearing me, too.
“Kill me.” Her voice comes out small and weak, but somehow still sure.
I raise my eyebrow, but I doubt she can see it in the darkness. “What?”
She lets another warm breath wash over me. “I sai...
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There has always only been one way it could end, and it’s this way: death at the hands of a man. I’m just choosing whose hands it will be.
“God,” he groans as he pushes deeper. “Your husband is so fucking stupid.”
“Don’t worry, sweet bunny. If you let me keep you alive, I’ll show you how I truly fuck. I’ll give you a reason to take that next breath for me,”
“It’s going to piss me off, isn’t it?” He pulls me into him until my naked, sweaty chest presses against his.
“But now that I’ve been inside you, no one else will ever be, including your fucking husband.”
“I’m going to fill your pussy and then you’re going to tell me if you want to live or die as my come drips from you.”
“Tell me what you want,” he says. “You,” I whisper, accepting my sin. And wanting more of it.
“Which life?” I say. Her lip trembles. Yes, I’m serving multiple life sentences. My soul will be in prison for the next two lifetimes after this one.
She has no idea what she let inside her, no idea who she let make her come. Twice.
“My husband beats me,” she whispers. “I know.” I figured as much. I’ve seen glimpses of discoloration on her body.
Her lip trembles as she lifts the hem of her shirt, exposing some of the worst bruises I’ve ever seen on a living person.
Her stomach and sides are shades of purple and pink. A yellow haze outlines anything that has begun to heal. This makes my heart quicken. Marks like that would have caused her a lot of pain. My mouth hangs open.
She’ll gain her own wings, and then she won’t need mine.
until I hear the bathroom door slam.
He has a prisoner’s body—the type of physique a convict attains when there is nothing else to do but work out. His damp hair is brushed back. His taut back muscles connect to one of the most perfect asses I’ve ever seen on a man. I wish I had gotten to see how a body that perfect would have merged with mine.
“Sweet bunny,” I whisper, “I’m going to fuck you, and then we’re going back to New York.”
“But . . . why?”
“Because I’m going to kill your fucking husband.”
A man who is as angry and violent as I am, yet still wouldn’t hit her.
I hate my full name because it’s the name on every form, every newspaper, blasted all over the internet. I hate when people call me Lexington because when they do, it calls to him, the person I’m trying not to be around her. It calls to the side of me I despise. The part of me who thinks about her and her husband together. The part of me I don’t want to let out to play with her.
I hate that name, but when it falls from her parted lips that way, I love it.
You can bite, sweet bunny. You can’t hurt me.”
“Drive,” he says with a groan. “If I try to drive while buried in your perfect cunt like this, I’m liable to kill us both.”
In there, loneliness was a godsend. Growing up, I had to be okay with being alone because being lonely meant I wasn’t having the shit beat out of me by the man paid to care for me.
“Goodnight, bunny,” I whisper as I let myself drift into sleep.
“Do you trust me?” he asks as I dig my heels into the ground. “Not really, no.” He looks back at me and chuckles.
His cock is limp, hanging low against his thigh, but the flood of memories from him being hard rip through me, heating my body.
“Why must you always fight me? You’re the little bunny, and I’m the coyote. I’ll always win.”
I kick my feet to keep my head above water while he just stands. He’s annoying like that.
“Rabbits don’t like to swim, huh?” he says as he curls my legs around his waist. “Not by force.”
“Where are you going?” he calls. “Catch me if you can,
He’s a wolf. A majestic and beautiful creature that would happily tear me to shreds.
“It shows me you’ve forgotten you’re married for a few minutes. Forgotten I’m the bad guy and that you let me make you come.”
“Every bit of you tastes like a delicacy I shouldn’t get to eat. Something much too fancy for me.”
“I don’t want to hurt you like I’ve hurt others, so get your sexy fucking ass dressed and get in the car before I rip you in two and make you hate me.”
“He sealed his fate when he put those on you and I saw them. Piece of shit like that doesn’t deserve you.”
I hate it but it’s true. She’s the first woman I’ve felt something for. I’m not sure what I’m feeling because I’ve never felt it before, but it’s something.
