Page 110 of You Saw the Best In Me

“Or you could take me the fuck home. Maybe find yourself a woman as batshit crazy as you are that’ll love you,” I scoff, purposely trying to rile him up.

If we’re getting close to wherever we’re going, I will lose access to my weapon and the advantage it gives me.

As much as it pains me, I need him to stop driving and get back here with me. It’s my only chance.

“You need to watch your mouth and be grateful for everything I’m doing for us to be together,” he slams on the brakes, and I smash my head into the front seat.

Fuck.

“That’s not going to happen. You can take your plans and go fuck yourself,” I spit blood from my lip at him, trying to get a reaction.

“You’re being a brat. Do you need me to remind you who’s in charge here?” he asks, and I’ve got him right where I want him.

“Fuck you. You’ll never be in charge of me,” I feel a sharp sting across my cheek.

“One more time, Karrie. Fucking mess with me again,” he says, the anger boiling over.

“You won’t do anything. You don’t know how to tame a woman like me. I’m not the scared little girl you once dated,” I smirk, offering a challenge.

I hold my breath, waiting for his reaction, but he doesn’t say anything. He just keeps swerving in and out of lanes. Finally, he takes an exit, and maybe my approach is working.

When he pulls into the parking lot of a shady-looking motel and chooses a spot away from any other cars, I silently rejoice, knowing my mind manipulation worked.

I take a deep breath and shake off the nerves. I only have one chance to save myself, and it’s right now.

“I’ll show you who’s the boss. Lay on your back,” he gets out of the car, and I do as I’m told.

This is it.

Breathe.

I let his hands roam my body, biting my lip to hold the tears in and keep my head away from him.

He grabs my chin hard and forces his lips on mine. I try to pull away, but his grip is too tight. His hand moves from my face to my throat, cutting off my ability to breathe.

I feel his tongue part my lips, frantically searching for mine, and I do anything I can to get him off me.

I lightly buck my hips, which catches his attention. He breaks the kiss, and I have to keep myself from spitting the taste of him out of my mouth.

“God, Karrie. You’re as beautiful as ever. I’ve pictured us like this so many times,” he whispers, unzipping his pants.

No. This isn’t right.

“Take my shirt off. I want to feel your skin on mine,” I breathe, and he attempts to lift it over my head.

“I need my hands, Ash,” I whine, bucking my hips against his leg to appear desperate for him.

He pauses, unsure if he can trust me. I beg, whining again, and he takes a knife from his pocket.

“You better behave, princess,” he warns before cutting the plastic off my wrists.

I rub the tender skin where the ties cut into me, and he rips my shirt over my head.

I wrap my right arm around his neck, bringing him close to my lips.

I tease him with kisses on his neck while my left hand slowly moves toward the crease in the seat. He’s entirely into this, and I ramp up my efforts when my hand touches the cold metal.

Slowly, I slide it under my ass, gripping the handle and trigger with my left hand.