“Ben?”
“We need to go. If they are tracking my phone, then they know where we are. So, we need to go.”
“What does it matter now? I’m not going back to him, and you aren’t going to kill him. We are finding another way to deal with this.”
“Prue,” I snap, pulling up my pants. “We are still at risk of being in a lot of trouble. The Davenports and your family for that matter, have the kind of money to rid the world of their problems, and right now we are a big fucking problem for them.”
“You’re more afraid of dying than getting blue balls?” She smirks at me and for a moment I almost give in. Throw her back down and fuck her until I can convince myself there is another way out of this mess for us.
“I’m more afraid of you dying.”
“Uh. Fine.” She sighs, rolling her eyes. “Where are we going next?”
“North,” I reply. “We’ll drive a few more miles north and find somewhere to hide out.”
“And then you’ll fuck me?”
“Yes.” I nod. “Then I’ll fuck you.”
It’s another lie but better than fucking her when she is under the impression, I’m not leaving her.
She is going to hate me in a few hours, but that’s better than her being hurt or worse, dead.
We drive for a few hours. It’s the most peaceful my time with Prue has been. We listen to music as we drive along the coast side. She asks me random questions like she is studying for a quiz. It’s oddly comforting to know she wants to learn things about me.
She tells me stories about her life, not knowing that every detail she gives me just cements the fact there is no other way for me to solve this situation than to kill Charles.
She deserves so much better than her family gave her. Better than Charles can promise her, but they won’t let her go without a fight. I’m more than willing to finish the war for her.
We take bathroom breaks and eat cheap fast food as we drive. She is behaving far better than I thought she would. Perhaps the promise of my cock was all it took to make her be good, but more so it’s the idea that I’m not abandoning her.
It’s bittersweet. I love the fact that us being together makes her happy, but knowing it has a time limit hurts my soul.
When I pull up outside the Hilton, I booked just outside of San Francisco, she grins.
“Fancy.”
“I’m not going to have to drag you to the room, am I?”
“Not unless you think it will be good foreplay.” She smirks.
“You are very lucky you’re hot.”
“And you’re very lucky you have a fat cock.” She sticks her tongue out at me. It makes me smile instantly. I love this version of Prue just as much as the evil vixen who tortures me. This version of her is cute and fun, and I could spend the rest of my life soaking up the beam of her smile. Too bad I’m on borrowed time.
“I’ll be right back,” I say, getting out of the car.
I pay for the hotel and slip the young lady at the counter a wad of cash. She eyes it, then me, then it again.
“Do you know who I am?”
“Yes,” she replies. “What is this for?”
“Listen. In about two hours I need someone to go into my room and unlock the beautiful woman I’m about to handcuff to the bed. The key will be in the front pocket of the backpack on the floor. Can you make sure that happens?”
“Are you trapping her up willingly?”
“Yes,” I lie. No way is Prue going to let me handcuff her willingly, but this lady doesn’t need to know that. “It’s the leaving part that isn’t willing.”
