chapter 5

All I could do was shake my head regretfully. I couldn’t speak to him like

that. I loved dirty talk, but I never reciprocated. Maybe I was too shy, or just

too uptight, to play a dirty girl.

He leaned over, his lips gently brushing my cheek and I gasped out loud

again. “Please,” I begged softly. “Please, just...”

“Just what?” he demanded, his fingers trailing down my arm, his lips

dangerously close to mine. God, I could feel my nipples tighten beneath my

dress, I wanted him so badly, his searing kiss on my needy lips. My mouth

had already parted in expectation of his lips on mine, yet the kiss didn’t

come. He was teasing me, and I loved it. I loved playing games.

“Just kiss me,” I begged, my breaths now heavy.

“And?” He was relentless, and I realized he wasn’t going to give up unless I

gave him what I wanted.

“Fuck me, please,” I begged, desperate for him to turn me around again,

yearning for his thick fingers rubbing my slit. He didn’t do what I asked,

though, instead claiming my mouth with his. Just as good, if not better.

He was demanding, biting and licking me until I was gasping for breath,

moaning for him to keep going. Our lips were bound together in a vicious

act of passion, and I felt the chilly air against the wetness marking my legs.

I grabbed his hand and pushed it between my legs. I placed his thick fingers

against my entrance, gently trying to make him touch me. He wouldn’t

oblige, but his meaty finger slid across my clit and I moaned.

“Fuck,” I yelped, the sensation almost too much, but so damn good

nonetheless. I eased into his hand, moving along with him as he teased me

to an orgasm. He was still kissing me, hungry and desperate for the wet feel

of my tongue.

He slapped my thighs apart and I moaned again, needing him so badly. All

the while, alarms were going off in my mind and I knew just how wrong it

all was. Yet I couldn’t stop... the dirty feeling only made it that much better.

“Keep them spread,” he said into my ear, his voice raspy, and he guided my

legs apart as I begged him to keep touching, working my clit. His fingers were dipping in and out, skilled to perfection. I knew I was about to come,

so close to the edge I could smell the sweet scent of my orgasm already.

“Good girl,” the stranger murmured again, and he took my wrists in his free

hand, twisting them behind my back. I gasped at the pain in my bones, now

desperate to come. He obliged, twisting them into an uncomfortable

position behind me. I thrashed under him.

“Fuck, stay still.” It wasn’t a request.

He held me in place and pinched my clit so hard I cried and came, cursing

out loud as my pussy squelched and he picked up speed. I shuddered and

bucked and jerked on his hand. A long stream of dirty words fell from my

mouth and I trembled in his arms, shaken by the intensity of my orgasm. I

felt him move away, his fingers leaving my throbbing clit alone.

And then he picked me up like I weighed nothing, taking me in his arms. I

snuggled close to him, needing more of him. I wanted to taste every inch of

his skin, have him drag his tongue over mine and feel me shake under it. I

wanted him to show me all the rules we could break together. I wanted to be

fucked…

My eyes were filled with lust as he threw me over his shoulder and gripped

me tightly around my thighs.

Stupid fucking instincts. Fooled by his handsome face, misguided by the

hot and heavy way he’d made me come. I never even fought him, not when

he carried me over to the car, not even when he pushed me inside.

“Where are we going?” I purred, tired, but content. I was ready for round

two, and I hoped he was taking me to a nice swanky hotel. I couldn’t wait to

ruin their sheets.

He didn’t answer, his mouth set in a thin line as he placed me on the

backseat. He wouldn’t look at my eyes, and I think that was when I really

started to get scared. I didn’t even know his name. I wanted to ask what he

was doing, but I didn’t even know what to call him. Such a filthy girl,

sleeping with a nameless stranger.

“Sorry, babygirl,” he smirked at me. He was standing outside the car, his

huge figure looming over me.

He finally looked at me, his expression hard and unrelenting as he reached

for me. He pulled on my hair again, making my head drop back and a hot

breath escape my lips. And then something covered my mouth, a rancid

smell entering through my nostrils and making me gag.

I tried to move away, but it was too late. I was already drifting, gauzy

fingers of unconsciousness wrapping around my mind.

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