He answered me by dropping his mouth down to mine, biting my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood when I didn’t let him in.
Pushing against his face, I pulled away and soothed the pain with my tongue, glaring up at him with mounting frustration. “What if I don’t want to belong to anyone else?”
“Too fucking bad, cause your ass is mine and I’m not going to pretend I care how you feel about it. I know you’re going to hate me, baby, but I guarantee you’ll love me more and fuck me harder.”
He gripped my jaw so hard something popped. When he brought his mouth within the proximity of mine a second time, I grabbed a handful of his hair and bit him back. He laughed and wrapped a hand around my throat, slamming my head into the slated wall.
I swallowed a hiss of pain, expelling it on a scream when he lifted one leg over his forearm and buried himself inside my pussy. He didn’t give me any time to adjust, driving into me over and over again, fucking me into the wall.
I grabbed at his hand, unable to pull it away. My chest began to burn as my lungs were deprived of the air they desperately needed. He watched me choke and fight to breathe with a serene expression on his face.
“You know what you have to do.”
He sounded far away. I couldn’t respond. I swore there was no way in hell I was coming, not when my brain started to go fuzzy. I thought he was going to kill me but at the last second, he forced what he wanted out of me.
His hand fell away at the exact same time my body went numb. I sucked in air as pressure burst in my core. I had no recourse, forced to let the orgasm sweep over me as his cock bottomed out. Without a sound, he buried himself to the hilt and froze. I felt him jerk twice, releasing his come as far inside me as he could.
He stepped back, slowly easing out his flaccid dick. I looked down and rubbed at my neck. My mouth went dry as I watched excess semen drip down my thigh. He couldn’t have changed his mind so quickly from our discussion in the confessional.
“Why would you do that?”
“Why would I not do that?”
He reached out and swirled his fingers in the seedy liquid and then brought them up to my mouth. I mechanically sucked off every drop the shower didn’t wash away, barely tasting it. His soulless eyes tracked every flick of my tongue.
“We have somewhere to be.” Without another word, he reached for his body wash and began lathering it on my skin.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
At some point, I must have dozed off because when I opened my eyes again we were no longer moving, and it took me a few seconds to remember where I was.
“There’s my girl.” Romero’s voice broke through my disoriented haze. I turned my head and was greeted by his perfect smile. I reached up and touched the side of his face, as if I needed reassurance he was real.
Was he going to pretend the last few hours never happened? Apparently so. He kissed my open palm before pulling my hand away from his cheek, waking me all the way up.
Unsticking my cheek from the leather seat, I peered through the windshield.
Once my eyes adjusted to the darkness around us, I saw a single light on up ahead and instantly knew where we were.
“What are we doing here?” I asked as soon as I was out on solid ground.
He looked down at me with a sinister smile and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, turning me in the direction of the old farmhouse. “They took one of mine, so I’m going to take all of theirs.”
“Let’s get this done,” Cobra hype-manned, coming around the back of the Jeep with the bloody pillowcase he had stashed in the hatch before we left. He turned it upside down and a severed goat head hit head the ground with a soft thud.
I wrinkled my nose and frowned. “That is fucking sick.”
“Sick like rad? Or sick like ew?” he asked, picking it up by its tiny horns.
“Definitely the latter. Where did you even get that? And where is the rest of it?” Arlen asked, curling her lip up.
“I don’t remember,” he shrugged.
“Come on.” Romero dropped his arm from my shoulders and grabbed my hand, setting off at a rapid pace.
As we neared the wraparound porch, the only sound that could be heard was faint sobs coming from inside the barn.
“Are you going to break in?”
