Hitched (Ride or Die Romances)

by Lauren Biel

“But don’t let too much of me inside you. You’re too good for him, but also way too fucking good for me.”

She may have gotten the dirty and feral dog to lick her hand, but I’m not the sweet little pet she wants me to be. I’ll still maul her, no matter how much I appreciate her kindness.

As much as I don’t want to leave her behind, at least I can leave the states knowing she’s safe at home. She can find someone who makes her feel like I do without being me, the dog she can’t trust because he can’t trust himself.

His hand digs around in his pocket before revealing a pocketknife. He tosses it on the passenger seat. “I’ll be there for you as soon as I can. If anything happens, use that, okay?”

I watch him walk away as I turn the key in the ignition and drive toward my hell. The devil is waiting for me,

Hurry Lex,

I mean, I’m selfish as fuck and I still made sure she came.”

“You aren’t a killer. You can’t be,” he whispers. “That’s not what was supposed to happen.”

“You know I’d do anything for you. If you want me to fuck you, I’ll fuck you.”

Knowing Bryce is watching, he fucks me differently, and I don’t expect anything less. Lex loves control, and nothing screams it more than fucking someone’s wife in front of them.

She’s spent too long being betrayed, and I’m doing it to her again.

we drive away from her old life and into my new one.

“I’m more upset that you tried to leave me,”

“You wouldn’t understand, Selena, and I’m not getting into it with you. I needed you to listen to me.”

“I want to go with you,” she whispers.

“You think I didn’t want to take you with me? It’s not safe. It’s not something we can do together. You weren’t supposed to do anything but play the grieving fucking wid...

“I want to be with you,” she says, a defiant pu...

“I have never felt anything for anyone like I feel for you, and that’s why you can’t be with me. You need to be free and happy. It took everything in me to let you go. Being with me means prison for you, do you understand that?

I carjacked you. I got your address off your ID. I took you back to your house to rob you, and I ended up killing your husband. My fingerprints are everywhere in the car and your house. They were on the kitchen knife.”

“If you don’t want to be a victim of domestic violence, be a victim of a botched robbery. I don’t care which, just be ...

Being with me means she’s a willing participant in all of it. She’ll be as culpable as me. A girl like her wouldn’t surviv...

If she refuses to be a victim, I’ll have to kill her. I’ll hav...

At least she has someone to look out for her. Even if that someone is me.

The state I left and then returned to. For her.

I toss out my bloody shirt once we reach the northern tip of Pennsylvania, spreading our evidence across state lines.

“What’s on your mind, rabbit?” I ask. I look at the rearview mirror, pull the rabbit’s foot from my pocket, and hang it up. Whether it’s lucky or not, it’s become an icon of our fucked-up little relationship.

Her eyes narrow. “What happened back there.” “Elaborate.” I’m getting annoyed with her evasiveness when I know she wants to talk about it.

I transformed her into me, but I don’t want her to be me.

I wanted more for her, and that’s when I knew I had feelings for her. That’s why I tried to leave her. I don’t want her to be a predator. I need her to be Selena, the sweet little rabbit that slept with a wolf.

“Because that wasn’t me in there. That’s the person I was before you. I was thinking about inflicting pain instead of thinking about you.”

When my hand slips down the front of her pants, she whimpers out a moan. There’s nothing between my hand and her pussy. Good girl. I growl before kissing her.

I have plans for her. She’s along for the ride now, whether I like it or not, and I intend to claim her as my own—truly my own—until death parts us.

“Wait until it gets dark, bunny, because that...

“Last chance to back out,” I whisper as I lean over her. I can’t see more than her silhouette, but I bask in the heat of her beneath me.

I’m giving her one more chance to change her mind before I make her pussy mine for good.

I’m destined for hell but her pussy is heaven, and I’ll be saved as long as I’m inside her. I’m washed of my sins as long as I bathe in her come.

It’s worth all that I’ve done to hear that because it led me right to this moment, with Selena coming on my dick.

“Have you ever been spit on?”

I reach over and push my thumb into her mouth, tugging her lower lip as I pull it out. I lean down and spit on her pussy, the warm wetness dripping down her clit and spreading around my cock.

“Open your mouth,”

“Come on, sweet bunny, open up for me.”

I spit in her mouth. A startled yelp leaves her throat as it hits her tongue. I know she doesn’t want to like it, but it’s clear her body does as she clenches around me.

We’re from two different worlds, but only a thick layer of our remnants separates us now. We’re in a place where pain and suffering can only be cured by pleasure.

A place where there are no rules or laws. A place where wolves sleep with their prey.

“If things go south, put your seat down and get out of my way.” He gestures to the pistol tucked into his waistband.

“You need to get your shit together, little rabbit. You look like a bunny who’s seen movement in the bushes—back straight as an arrow, nose flaring, eyes wide. I need you to be brave, or we’re both fucked. Do you understand that?”

“Krause? Is that of German origin, too?” Lex asks as he leans closer to the officer’s nameplate. The officer looks up at him and smiles. “Yeah, actually. No one notices that.”

“If you do, I’ll buy you a drink,” Lex says with a wave. “Have a good night, officer.”

“Been Jerkin’ Off.” Lex sighs. “Fucking Rodney. If he wasn’t already dead, I’d kill him.”

“Stop laughing. That was pure fucking luck. I really thought I’d have a dead cop on my hands. On our hands.”