“Get out.”
His low hiss has me scrambling for the door, and as I fall out, my knees connect with the dirt.
He rounds the car, grasping my hair, angling my head back as he unfastens his belt.
God, how I’ve missed him.
He pulls me up, shoving my face hard against the steel of the car and kicks my legs apart. As his cock slams into me from behind, I cry out, delirious, happiness filling me completely. This is what I’ve missed. His brutality.
He fucks me so hard my head hits the metal, punishing me, and yet rewarding me for my loyalty at the same time.
The belt fastens around my throat, and he pulls it taught, slamming into me from behind, reminding me who owns me.
His release is quick. I’m guessing nine months in a prison cell does that to a man, and as his cock throbs inside me, my orgasm hits me hard.
“Gideon!”
I call his name as it disappears into the mountains, and my vision blurs and my breathing stutters; oblivion is not far away.
It’s as if I am imagining it, but the low rumble of tires increases, and it takes me a moment to snap to attention.
Gideon hisses, “What the fuck is this?”
I slump onto the ground, my legs giving out on me, the belt tight against my throat. Gideon’s cum raining down between my legs.
The noise intensifies, my ears ring and he growls, “Get in the car, Jenna.”
My mind is swimming; what is he saying? He yells, “I said get in the fucking car, Jenna.”
I scramble to my feet, noting the thundercloud approaching, dust rising, noise intense.
My fingers scramble for the handle, and as I fall into the car, Gideon turns the engine, the sound of it roaring into life.
I have no time to belt up and the tires squeal as Gideon attempts to spin the car back in the direction we came from. I peer into the distance, noting the path is blocked, steel glinting in the sunshine, the threat ominous.
“What’s happening?”
My throat is tight; I can hardly breathe and I fumble for the buckle restricting my airway.
“Bikers. Fucking dirty bikers.” He hisses and then adds, “We’ll head back to the prison. They won’t try anything then.”
“Try anything.”
Hope flares inside me because what the actual fuck. I gaze at the sight bearing down on us. There must be fifty of the brutes heading our way.
My pussy clenches. Fuck, I hope they reach us before the prison because this is a fantasy I never knew I needed until now.
He presses his foot to the pedal, and the engine screams in protest, but it’s obvious it’s not up to the job of outrunning a Harley.
They pass in their droves, surrounding the car. Then a shot rings out, and I scream as the car comes to an abrupt stop.
“They shot out the fucking tires. What the hell is going on?”
Gideon yells and my heart races as I hit my head on the dash.
The door opens, strong hands pulling me out. Gideon is yelling, then a loud thump followed by a groan.
My arms are restricted behind my back and I face forward, noting Gideon flying through the air as a fist connects with his jaw. Blood spurts from his nose as he falls to the ground, and strangely, I can’t utter a sound. Fascination fully in charge of fear right now.
