“While you’re at it, you should also figure out how you’ll get out of prison.”
A slight smirk tilts his lips. “Why would I go to prison?”
“For assaulting me,” I hiss under my breath, watching our surroundings for any passersby.
“The fact that you’re speaking about it in a hushed tone means you didn’t report it.”
“Doesn’t mean I won’t.”
“By all means, do.”
“You’re not scared?”
“Why would I be?”
“You could be arrested.”
“For receiving a blowjob you so benevolently offered?”
“I didn’t offer you anything.” Fire bubbles in my veins and I attempt to release myself, but his merciless grip on my neck doesn’t allow me to even move.
“Oh, but you did. You said you preferred the lips instead of the cunt or the ass.”
“Because I was under threat!”
He lifts a shoulder. “Semantics.”
I stare at him. Like really stare at his messy hair and his muscles that bulge through his black shirt. I stare at his passive face and unchanging eyes, and I’m almost sure I’m dealing with a robot at this point.
“You…really don’t think you did anything wrong, do you?”
“Is saving you considered something wrong?”
“You didn’t save me!”
“You were going to fall to your death, but I caught you. Last I checked, that’s called saving in every dictionary, so how about you show more gratitude?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. How should I do that? Get on my knees again?”
“Preferably.” His thumb caresses my bottom lip and my breath hitches when his voice rumbles, “I liked these lips. What they lack in experience, they make up for with pure enthusiasm. There’s something about the nervous energy of the first time and your innocence that made it quite memorable. I bet it’ll feel more euphoric when I tear through your cunt and make you bounce off my cock.”
My mouth falls open, completely and utterly lost for words. The stranger uses the chance to press his thumb against my bottom lip so hard that I think he’s trying to glue it to my chin. “I keep imagining the expressions you’ll make when I throw you down and shove my cock deep inside your cunt. Bet it’ll be hard to choose between it and your mouth.”
I’m trembling, I realize, my fingers twitching and my limbs nearly giving up on me. But I still glare at him. “Why are you doing this to me? You have the looks to get anyone you want. Why me?”
A wolfish grin tilts his mouth. “You think I’m attractive?”
“Like hell I do.”
“You just said I have the looks.”
“Physical, that anyone can see.”
“I’m not interested in just anyone. It’s you I’m focused on right now.”
“But why?”
He lifts a shoulder. “Beats me.”