Hitched (Ride or Die Romances)

by Lauren Biel

“I don’t like when you stare at me,” he says without looking away from the television. “I don’t like to wear your come,” I mumble under my breath. He puts on a smile and motions me to him. I keep myself planted in the horrible motel chair. “Now,” he commands. He has a voice he uses when I have no choice but to listen, and that word drips with his demand. I stand up and go to his side, and he rubs his hand between my legs and bites his lip. “Oh, bunny, you’re going to wear those panties to sleep and then they aren’t coming with us.” He grazes my slit. “How does my come feel?” he growls as he fists my hair and draws me to his mouth. His lips stay far enough away from mine to accomplish little more than pissing me off. My dark hair in his grasp is still wet, and drops of cold water fall down my shoulders and make me shiver. “It makes me feel gross.” “Get used to how I feel, because I can’t wait to see you covered in my come, sweet bunny.” “We aren’t doing more,” I say, pushing my hands against his chest. Lex growls—a carnal sound that makes me weak. “I love how you think I won’t end up inside you. I may have to tear you apart to get there, but I will get inside. Tonight, I’ll leave your vulnerable little underbelly alone. But soon, nothing will keep me from ripping you wide open.”