Hitched (Ride or Die Romances)

by Lauren Biel

“Do you even know how your wife likes to be touched? What makes her do . . . that?”

“Do you know how many fingers she likes inside her? How about how she likes a tongue on

her? God, have you ever tasted her?” He pulls his fingers away from me and licks them. ...

He’s dying, I feel it. It nauseates me. It fucking hurts. But . . . it’s not pain from the prospect of losing him. It’s because the thought of his death doesn’t elicit enough pain.

I swipe open the blade and stab it into his stomach. All the evilness inside him spills from the wound. I pull it out and stab it through his groin. Lex gasps behind me, and there’s a squelching sound as I snatch the knife out and stab him again and again. “Fuck you, you fucking asshole!”

“Rabbit, we have to go.” He grabs my wrist. I shake my head. “Fuck me first.”

“You’re out of your mind, rabbit. You weren’t supposed to get involved. You weren’t supposed to touch him.”

“You aren’t a killer. You can’t be,” he whispers. “That’s

not what was supposed to happen.” “I wa...

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

“No, he never fucked me like you do,”

“Don’t. I hope he feels it all. I hope he can see us.” “Sadistic fucking rabbit,”

“I want to fuck you in his bed. Your bed,”

“It’s over,” he says as he brings my face to his to kiss me. “He’ll never hurt you again.” “Lex,” I whimper.

“You look fucking beautiful.”

“Bunny, you are the sexiest thing I’ve ever laid my hands on. Fucking. Perfect. So goddamn smart, too. You deserve so much more than that piece of shit. More than 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 widow.” I swallow hard. “And go be fucking happy.” “I want to be with you,”

“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.” I sigh. “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 a goddamn victim, rabbit, please.”

Her eyes narrow. “I stabbed him too.”

“I know you fucking did,”

“We need to get going if we want to make it to the border ...

“I don’t want to be a victim an...

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.

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 pussy is mine.”

“God, bunny, you have me by the balls, you know that?”

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.

She’s going to stay by my side—she’s choosing to stay by my side—and my mind is a hundred percent focused on her right now. I start to imagine an “us.” We became a team, after all, a pairing in

blood that neither of us can wash away.

“I’m going to stay inside you for as long as I can,” I tell her as I brush hair from her face. “Until I can fuck you again.”

“Come, sweet bunny. Come on my dick and make me hard again so I can fuck you through your orgasm,”

“Your husband never came inside you, and yet you’re on my lap, willing to let me fill you a second time.”

“Has your husband ever spit on your pussy?”

I respect no one else the way I respect her. She lets out a soft moan that surprises us both. “Oh, bunny, you liked that?”

“Open your mouth,” I say. My spit on her pussy isn’t enough, and I’m sure no one’s ever spit in her pretty mouth, either. She hesitates, and I stare at her full lips as I wait for her to do as she’s told. “Come on, sweet bunny, open up for me.” My voice is low and rich with pleasure.

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. “You’ve taken all I’ve given you,”

With his encouragement, I feel like I can do anything. Including lying to the law.

“Ben Gurgen Hoffe,” Lex says with a shake of his head. I stare at him because I don’t get it. “Been Jerkin’ Off.” Lex sighs. “Fucking Rodney. If he wasn’t already dead, I’d kill him.”

“Don’t get pissy with me, little girl, or I’ll make you sorry for that mouth.” “You won’t do anything.”

“I’ll pull this car over and choke you with my dick until you see stars. I’m serious, Selena. You do not want to tempt me.”

“It’s not the degradation you liked. That isn’t who you are.”

“It’s the trust you have in me that makes you wet. Not the act.”

“When I spit on you. You weren’t turned on because you like to be degraded. It’s because you trusted me enough to do it to you in the first place. You’ve let me fuck you, take care of you, shit, even put your life in my hands. It’s all trust.” He kisses me. “You trust that when I cut off your breath, I’ll give it back to you.”

“You always come because you

trust me more than your husband. You trust me more than y...

“You’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you, bunny?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Would you let me fuck your ass?”

“No!”