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I can’t be mad, though; I wouldn’t pick up someone like me, either—a large, rugged, tattooed man, as dangerous as they come. A very real threat to society, as I’ve been told in front of a jury of my peers on more than one occasion. 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.
Men like me don’t deserve freedom, but we sure as shit chase after it.
The only useful thing I learned in prison was how to deal with the things I can’t control.
All that blood I shed in prison was essentially free. Anything I did cost me nothing. Even my little escape won’t matter.
No, Selena, don’t even think about it. He tugs at my heartstrings. If he’s so bad, he wouldn’t have walked away,
“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.” His kind words contradict his harsh voice.
I’m a faithful wife. I’ve always been faithful, despite it all. A tear slips down my cheek as I blink.
“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.”
Something about her seems so broken, and I don’t want to break her further, which is stupid.
the hungry way he looks at me makes me want it to happen again.
It came from me. A dark and dirty felon. The black shadow beside her.
Good girl.
I walk over to her, put the skirt in her pile, and whisper, “For what I’m going to do to you, you’ll want the skirt.”
“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.”
Whenever someone catches a glimpse of my marks, they get that same look, but they don’t do a goddamn thing about it. They probably think I did something to deserve it.
Bryce is a saint, and I’m the pitiful sinner.
The fuck....he is not
Those expensive sheets mean lying beside Bryce. 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.
A fierce sexual frustration shines in his eyes at the sight of me. I hate that he looks at me like that, in a way my own husband never has. I hate that I like when he bites his lower lip as he openly scans my body.
“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.”
“We’re going to have so much fun together, you and I.” Lex smirks as he tosses the panties onto my lap. “Well, put them on.”
Lex’s presence haunts me from across the room, and my eyes ride up to him once more, taking in every contradiction that makes him somehow attractive and disgusting at the same time.
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.
“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,” he growls, as if he senses what I’m thinking.
“But now that I’ve been inside you, no one else will ever be, including your fucking husband.”
“Tell me what you want,” he says. “You,” I whisper, accepting my sin. And wanting more of it.
“It’s just nudity, rabbit. Don’t get your panties in a bunch,” he says without turning over. His words infuriate me. I scoff. “I don’t have panties to get in a bunch, thanks to you.”
“Don’t be embarrassed about your body. These marks don’t shame you. They shame him. Your piece of shit husband.”
“Good girl.”
“Be a good little bunny and come.”
I’ve decided I’ll set the rabbit free.
My jaw drops at his brazen words. He talks to me like I’m his whore, a toy to use. And now, with him, I want to be played with like that.
“Good girl,”
“Sweet bunny, you have the best mouth I’ve ever felt.”
“Good girl,”
There’s that voice again—the voice that makes me weak because it’s so strong.
He doesn’t seem like the sweet type. But then again, this isn’t who I am, either.
“Where are you going?” he calls. “Catch me if you can, predator.” I let out a chuckle.
“Don’t you close those legs. I told you I would lay you on this goddamn hood and fuck you with my mouth.”
“Don’t you move away from me. Stay here and let me take what I caught.” He looks up at me from between my legs. “Don’t start a game you can’t handle losing.”
“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.”
Good girl.
“Wait until it gets dark, bunny, because that pussy is mine.”
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.
“Good fucking girl,” I growl
I don’t want to cave to his demands, especially when I’m still so heated from his attitude, but he has a way of speaking that influences me like nothing ever has. It makes me want to do things he asks of me.
I’m safe within his grasp, even in such an unsafe situation.
“It’s the trust you have in me that makes you wet. Not the act.”
“Good fucking girl,”
