“Come out of there.”
I shook my head vigorously.
OK, this was embarrassing, but surely at some point someone would wake up and rescue me?
“Help!” I cried, even though I didn’t know if anyone could hear me. “Someone come help me!”
Gabriel’s lips twisted with a sick smile and he picked up a tire iron and slammed it down onto the hood of my car.
I screamed and he did it again.
There was a massive dent in my hood now and it was starting to smoke.
“Get thefuckout of there. I want you.”
“You’re a psycho!”
He didn’t even pause, just smiled at me with that twisted grin.
“Yeah, I am. So get the fuck out of there.”
I flung myself into the passenger seat as he put the tire iron in between the handle and the door.
Crack
Another splintering metallic groan.
But my fingers had barely reached the opposite door handle when he broke through and clamped one hard hand on my ankle.
I squealed as he yanked me back, dragging me across the console and dash.
“Don’t go, baby girl.”
He smelled like smoke and ice, sin and fear, as he held me against his chest.
“What’swrongwith you? Let me go!”
“No. What would you ever need to leave me for?”
His voice was rough and ragged, his hand snaking around my chest to spread across my breasts.
The feel of his fingers digging into my soft curves made me moan with fear at the sheer brazen obscenity of his touch.
With his other hand, he cupped my pussy, the thin fabric of my yoga pants barely any protection against him.
I struggled in his arms, but his grip was like an iron bar. Bucking against his hold was doing nothing but making me panic.
My body shook with fear, but he only pressed me closer.
Maybe I needed to lie.
“I’ll come back,” I said, trying to calm my wildly beating heart. “Really.”
“You’re not going to leave.”
“Why?”
“I want your ass trapped here.”
