“I could care less what you believe.”
“Climb up here.”
“Fuck you.”
Thank God. I was hoping for her defiance. “I kind of figured you’d say that.”
I seize her hair and forcibly haul her over the console. She falls to the floorboard with her ass sticking up right beside my face. I use the opportunity to bury my nose between her butt cheeks.
“You goddamn creep! This is sexual assault!” she yells, kicking her legs wildly.
“I’m just taking a whiff. Sweaty ass that’s been marinating all day smells the best.”
I help her into the passenger seat, then deliver a hard whack to her leg.
“Did you just pop my leg like I’m a disobedient child?”
“Disobeying me results in swift discipline.”
I maneuver back onto the highway, intent on getting to our destination. My dick will be inside her tonight—raw, so I can feel every inch of her cunt. Fuck, I’m still weak for her. All the feelings I thought had disappeared long ago came flooding back with a vengeance. That’s how much of an impact she has on me. She flayed me open, cutting deeper than the razor I used to tear open my flesh. I’ll have my revenge while enjoying her body—her very delectable body. Her wet T-shirt and basketball shorts mold to her amazing form. She’s gained a little weight, filling her out in all the right places. The girl she was doesn’t compare to the woman she’s become. She’s fucking beautiful. Her long braid still falls to her hip bone, minus the pink tips. I’ll figure out a way to keep her close and hurt her.
“When did you move here? Do you live alone?”
She could have a boyfriend, but that didn’t deter me then and it sure as hell isn’t going to stop me now. If she’s in a relationship, I’m breaking that shit up pronto. Sharing her again is not an option.
“None of your damn business.”
I deliver a bruising slap to her leg.
“Stop hitting me!” she demands.
“Then be a good little girl and answer my fucking questions.”
“Kiss my ass.”
Another hit cracks across her soft skin.
“Stop! You’re hurting me!”
“It’s supposed to hurt.”
I raise my hand, prepared to strike, but she quickly responds. “I moved to Florida a little over a month ago.”
I glance at her left finger. “No husband or perhaps you took off your wedding ring to cheat tonight. That’s something you’re very familiar with.”
She stubbornly clenches her jaw.
“Boyfriend?”
She presses her lips together in a firm line.
“Do you want to get hit again?”
“If you lay one more finger on me, I’m going to go apeshit on you.”
“Don’t test my savage,” I say menacingly.
“No boyfriend,” she grits out.
