“Are you kidding me?” I nearly growl. Elias rests his hand on my lower back, letting me know he’s here but not intervening. “You let your child be assaulted and threatened. You put her into situations where the abuse could continue. Why would anyone need to turn me against you?”
Dad’s practically foaming at the mouth now, his jaw clenched so hard he might just pop a vein. I’m not sure I’d mind.
“You didn’t have to report us to the IRS, Juliane!” he yells, the sound all too familiar and definitely triggering. “We’re going to lose the house! Is that what you want? For your parents to live on the street? All because of childhood games between cousins gone too far.”
Elias makes a sound that raises the hair on the back of my neck. “This has to be a sick joke. Are you sure you don’t want them dead, Little Sapphire?”
Mom takes two steps back, walking into Dad, who now resembles a sheet.
“Get inside, Evelyn,” he tells my mom. “They’re unhinged. I’m calling the police.”
“You do that, Dad,” I shoot back, my voice wavering with fury. “Let’s see what they do when I tell them you protected your underage daughter’s rapist.”
“Y—you… You’re a liar!” Mom shrieks as Dad pushes her inside. “You’re a dirty liar, and you got me kicked out of the country club and the church board! And what have you done with your hair? You look like a slut!”
Elias launches forward just as the door slams shut, and I grab the back of his shirt.
“Easy there, tiger. We’re already hitting them where it hurts.”
The fire I see in Elias’s eyes reminds me of our first night together, when he thought I was going to betray him. When he chased me through his carnival, promising death at every turn.
Something has to be wrong with me, because the sight of it soaks my panties. I want nothing more than to have him bend me over the porch railing and take me right here, his hand cutting off my airway. But I have no doubt my dadwillcall the police if we fuck here.
“Let’s go,” I whisper, my hand going to the front of his pants.
“Little Sapphire?” he asks, his expression turning quizzical.
“I need you to fuck me, and I don’t want to do it here. So you’d better get me out of this godforsaken town before we both get arrested for indecent exposure.” Then I add, as an afterthought, “Master.”
30
ELIAS
Ipress my foot on the gas, trying to keep my eyes open. One hand is on the wheel, the other at the back of Jules’s head, pressing her mouth down on my cock.
“That’s it, Jewel,” I praise. “Get me nice and wet, so I slide right into your tight pussy.”
She moans around me, the vibration making my balls twitch with the need to flood her throat. Ever since she said she needs me, I’ve been hard as granite, ready for her.
I spot a forest access road ahead and slow down just enough that we don’t spin out when I turn the wheel. The Hellcat has no problem with rural roads, and we skip over roots and potholes, the tip of my cock hitting the back of Jules’s throat each time.
I stop the car and pull her up by her hair. Her eyes are glazed, her lips swollen and parted.
“What do you want, Little Sapphire? Tell me.”
Her shoulders rise and fall with her breathing as she looks at me, clearly hesitating. I press my thumb against her lower lip.
“Speak, Jules.”
“I… I want you to chase me again,” she finally says, her voice breathless.
“Chase you?”
“Yeah. Chase me, and when you…” she trails off.
“When I what, baby?” I purr. “Don’t stop being my brave girl now.”
Jules swallows, her throat making a clicking sound. “And when you catch me, pretend like… Pretend like you’re going to kill me.”
