“Dee, Nix, let’s go!”
We book it to my Jeep.
“Dee, you drive.” I force Cocoa into the back seat and hop in behind her. “Go to your house.”
I’m woozy from being jostled around upside down but quickly come to my senses and scurry to the other end of the Jeep. I throw open the door, intent on escaping.
Maverick wrestles me to my back, impeding my bid for freedom.
I growl in frustration.
He climbs on top of me and slams the door shut, then settles between my legs. The Jeep lurches forward and screeching tires ring in my ears.
“Let me out of here.” I slap at his face.
Maverick pins my wrists above my head. “Why? So you can run back to your little boyfriend?”
“Not that it’s any of your business, but he’s not my boyfriend,” I snap, struggling against his grip.
“You were kissing him!” Maverick shouts, squeezing my wrists tighter.
“Why do you care?”
“I don’t!”
“This is kidnapping!” I scream at the top of my lungs.
“What about Jake, huh?” he barks. “You were kissing him too.”
“Let’s get a couple things straight. One, I don’t owe you an explanation. Two, I’ll kiss and fuck whoever the hell I want!”
Maverick captures my lips in a violent kiss.
I turn my head, ending the brutal claiming.
“Kiss me back,” he demands.
“Never,” I pant.
“Then I’ll take this instead.” He burrows his hand into my thong, gliding along my slippery folds.
“No…please,” I moan.
“You’re soaking wet,” he says huskily, pushing his fingers inside me.
“Don’t,” I beg, but my plea falls on deaf ears.
Maverick tunnels through my depths ruthlessly. The brutal onslaught curls my toes. He softly kisses the column of my throat, shocking me. The tenderness of the action is in direct contrast to his savage attack on my pussy.
My body responds, growing wetter, hotter, despite the ferociousness of his invasion. I bite my tongue to keep from crying out in pleasure, but my hips move of their own accord, gyrating against his hand.
Eminem’s “Love the Way You Lie” fills the Jeep. A fitting theme song for our dysfunctional… I have no idea what to call it. However, I know it’s the epitome of toxic. Consuming enough will result in deadly consequences.
My channel contracts, milking his fingers.
He pulls free of my trembling body.
“Take me home,” I say in a strangled tone.
