“No.” His eyes darken again.
“Please. I got scared for a second, and I shouldn’t have acted so irrationally. He was a bad man, and like you said,he deserved it. Let me show you that you can trust me.” I bat my lashes at him and keep rubbing.
Even with my drenched panties in the way, his zipper feels amazing against my clit, and I’m letting out moans of my own that are far too real.
“I know you like it in there, but we shouldn’t. She’s lying,” he mumbles to himself as he looks down. Is…is he talking to his dick?
Suddenly, he groans and pulls me to his chest. My face is smothered in his musky scent. It’s so warm. Like fire and cinnamon.
A second later, the zip tie comes free and my hands pulse as my circulation returns.
Before I can question what I’m doing, I reach down and unzip him. Taking his cock in my hand, I pump his length up and down.
“Fuck!” he groans.
His grip on my throat returns as he pushes me onto my back and starts thrusting his hips. This won’t take long. He’s so hard and worked up already.
I go faster and my own heart rate increases as his eyes roll back.
A whimper catches in his throat. Needing to hear that sound again, I twist my wrist, massaging the head of his cock with one hand while pumping the shaft with the other. I’m not sure whose benefit all this effort is for at this point.
My hand is slick with precum and glides easily along him. He feels so hot and heavy. A loaded gun ready to go off, and I’m in charge of pulling the trigger.
I sense when he’s about to come. His cock stiffens, and remembering how it felt swelling inside me makes my pussy tingle with need. My breathing quickens in time withhis, and I place one hand over his heart to remind myself that there’s one in there. It may be foolish of me, but I believe there has to be some good in him. Somewhere very,verydeep down. I can be the one to bring it out.
“Tell me why you’re doing this. I can help you if you tell me the truth.”
His eyes flash open, and his glare turns thunderous on me. All of a sudden, he’s pulling back, yanking me forward by my throat and folding my body in half. As I gasp for air, he unloads into my open mouth with a loud moan of satisfaction. His come hits the back of my throat and pools on my tongue.
When I gaze up at him, he looks possessed. His usually gloomy eyes are pitch black. The low light from the moonlight silhouettes him, casting his body in complete shadow.
“That’s the only reason why you should be opening your mouth. Hold it there,” he orders me in his raspy tone that has my mind folding as easily as my body. I open my mouth wider so he can see his release clear on my tongue.
His hand flexes on my throat, and I resist the urge to gag. Long seconds pass as he watches me in silence.
Once he’s satisfied, he lets go of my throat and growls, “You’ve proven you’re still mine for the night. Now, swallow my come like a good little sinner.”
Chapter 8
Chloe
This shouldn’t be difficult. It’s clear what sort of man Zack is yet my mind, body and heart are still torn. Each one tugged in a different direction.
Looking out for myself should be my only priority yet here I am, wondering if I’ll ever see a change of heart in him. There are brief seconds of vulnerability between his psychotic episodes. Is it because of the drugs? If I got him to stop taking them, would I see the real him?
He climbs off me and flops heavily back down into the driver’s seat.
“What happens next?” I ask.
He bumps his head back against the headrest in frustration.
“Zack?” My voice is hoarse from being choked out.
Angry eyes bore into mine. I’m not getting through to him. My hand shakes as I reach to him, but before I can touch him, he grabs the steering wheel with both hands and slams his forehead against it.
“Stop!” I grab his shoulder, and try to hold him back, but it’s useless. He hits himself again.
The only thing I can think to do is threaten him to calm down. But how? Looking around I spot the pills. I grab them and shake the tin so they rattle loudly. He freezes with his forehead on the wheel.
