“Hose it is then,” I sigh, a little disappointed I won’t get to see her fully naked quite yet.
“Wait! You can’t just—” Her words are drowned out by her screams as I turn the hose on and pelt her with the freezing cold water.
Blood runs down her legs, turning me on as it drips from her. I imagine how much she’d love being covered in my blood. She’d rub her hands all over her body, teasing those perky little nipples. Her tongue would hang out as she licks me off her fingers, and she’d let out those deep sultry tones that make my cock twitch. Then she’d use me as lube to fuck herself.
Let’s bring that to life right now.
No.
I adjust my cock and tell it to calm down.There’s no time.
When I’m done hosing her down, what’s left of her outfit is clinging to her skin, showing me exactly what those tits look like. They felt amazing earlier, the perfect size for my hands with the most responsive little nipples. I wish I tore the whole dress off her so I could play with them properly. Fuck, I bet they taste divine.
I should have forced her to strip, but too late for that. We need to get going.
Pooling some water into my hand, I scrub the blood from my face.
Chloe’s shaking, and dripping wet, but she’s still not crying. I want to know just what it’ll take to make her weep for me.
Tossing the hose aside, I pull her veil out of my back pocket and position it over her wet hair. “There, good as new.” I pat her on the head, but she barely reacts.
She’s quiet as I drag her back to the car.
I lock her in then fill up a can with gasoline and take it inside. After pouring it over Walter’s body, I light a match and head back to the car.
“All set?” I ask her. She remains silent, so I put some music on to liven things up, and start singing along to my favorite metal playlist.M.O.N.S.T.E.RbyEscape The Fateis first up, and I chuckle to myself at the irony.
We drive away, and it’s not until we’re a few minutes down the road that an explosion goes off behind us. “Fuck! That was louder than I expected!” I laugh. Unfortunately, I can’t see the full destruction behind the trees.
“You blew the place up? The cops will be on the way!” she panics.
I shrug. “We’ll be long gone before they start searching the roads for anyone. You sound like you don’t want them involved. What are you running from? Why were you on the road?” For some reason, I need the answers right this second. It’s like my heart’s going to explode if I don’t find out what happened to her.
Chloe’s surprisingly fierce. She can handle me. No matter what’s been throw at her tonight, she hasn’t backed down. So who the hell scared her enough to run intotraffic?
“Did someone hurt you?”
She keeps on ignoring my questions, so I try a different tactic.
“I’ve not actually decided what I’m going to do with you in the morning.”
That makes her eyebrow twitch.Gotcha.
“I assumed you’d want me dead after witnessing you kill someone.”
“Why are you so mad about that? He was going to rape you.”
“You’re the one who—” She cuts herself off, and huffs angrily.
Does she want to die? Is that why she’s still with me? Because it can’t be to stay alive.
“Whether or not you’re alive by daylight depends on you. Make me want to keep you alive, and maybe I will. So, tell me what you were running from.”
She shifts in her seat, her skirt riding up some more, but she can’t adjust it with her arms stuck behind her back. I love that I can see her legs all the time now. There’s still a bit of blood seeping from her cut. I have to resist the urge to lick it up.
After a moment, she says, “Get me some dry clothes, and I’ll tell you.”
That’s more like it.
