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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.
If they’re wise, they keep on fucking driving.
Men like me don’t deserve freedom, but we sure as shit chase after it.
“God, I did not want to have to do this.”
“Either you drive, or I’ll drive,”
“He’ll kill me,”
“Fancy little show bunny,” I say with a laugh.
“Fuck you.”
Her frustration makes me hard in an instant. God, she looks cute when she’s mad.
I hate being in bed with him, but I’m not as afraid of him as I should be. The real devil waits at home.
“You have no idea the willpower it’s taken to stop myself from touching you.”
“Something tells me your husband doesn’t deserve someone like you.”
“You said he’ll kill you anyway,”
“So why not let me fuck you?”
“Mark my words, little rabbit, I will fuck you,”
“If not now, later. Maybe tomorrow. But for this little stunt, I will have you beneath me.”
Something about her seems so broken, and I don’t want to break her further,
The bruises on my body tell a story I try to hide beneath my clothes, and I’m not ready to share.
She liked my touch, and she hates that.
After feeling her come around my fingers, I want to get inside her even more. I want to feel her tighten around my dick. I want to fill her married pussy with my come.
“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.”
The man out there, Lex, is on the run from something awful, and I still felt
safer in bed with him last night than I ever had with my husband. And that’s fucked.
“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.”
“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.”
She needs to learn, though. I won’t allow her to have her panties unless she’s wearing me, too.
“You have no idea what it means to be claimed by me, sweet rabbit.”
“I don’t need wishful thinking.” I tap the rabbit’s foot. “And I don’t need luck, either. I will bury my
cock inside you before this road trip ends. I promise you that.”
I’m certain of very few things, but no one is getting a bite out of her before I do. She’s my meal, and I’ll slit a man’s throat if he so much as sniffs her sweet scent before I can take a huge chunk out of her to fill myself with.
“I said . . . kill me.”
If she dies, that emptiness dies with her.
There’s only one ending for me. 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.
“If you still want to die after I fuck you, I’ll do it for you.”
“Let me inside you, rabbit.”
“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,”
“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.”
“What do you want?”
“Tell me what you want,” he says. “You,” I whisper, accepting my sin. And wanting more of it.
Was the sex only a moment in time where she felt empty and let me fill that void? Possibly. Not that it can be anything more than that, anyway. I’m a dangerous hunter, and she’s a sweet little rabbit.
I’m not a fan of his, but I hate myself more for liking what I see when I look at him. For what I feel
when I’m around him. I hate him for bringing out these feelings that rip me in two. One side tugs me toward being the good wife I was told to be in front of a room of people I hardly knew. The other side yanks me toward letting myself play with the lawless, and that side, like Lex, is stronger.
A girl like her would make me do some real fucked-up shit to find her and bring her home.
I bite back a groan. Fuck, I
want her. I need her. Never in my life have I wanted to rip the clothes from a woman so completely.
Self-restraint has never been a strong skill of mine, so I struggle between the bit of humanity she draws out of me versus everything I’ve always been.
My heart breaks for her, and I don’t understand how it can when I’ve never had one. I’ve never felt sympathy for anyone or anything.
“Sweet bunny,” I whisper, “I’m going to fuck you, and then we’re going back to New York.”
“But . . . why?”
