She feels so good in my arms, like she’s exactly where she should be. The world grows hazy until all I can see is her and the motions of her hips and chest as she chases her orgasm.
Her moans. Those goddamn moans as she gets herself closer drive me crazy. Her body tenses and the motions of her hips grow ragged.
“Come for me, bunny.”
She grips my hair and grinds on me, panting in my ear. She leans into me and moves her hips in a shallow motion as she pushes herself over her edge. Aside from a subtle twitch of her pussy as she rides out her orgasm, she keeps still. Her moans and the warm throb of her on my lap almost make me come, too.
I kiss her and reach between us to feel the wet spot that soaked through her pants and into the front of my jeans. “You made such a mess,” I say against her mouth. “Such a good girl. So fucking wet.”
I reach down the front of her pants, feeling just how much she came. She looks down at me with the sweetest and most satiated expression I’ve ever seen.
She looks...happy.
I pull my hand from her pants and lick my fingers. She tastes incredible. She always tastes better after she comes for me. I run my wet fingers up the curve of her neck and lace both of my hands behind it. I bring her forehead to mine and hold her there. I never thought I’d be so attracted to a woman like her. She’s spoiled but not spoiled rotten. There’s still so much good inside her, a brokenness that keeps her from becoming what I hate. She’s become something I want with every fiber of my being.
It will be so hard to leave her once I kill her husband, but living on the lam isn’t for someone like her. As much as I don’twantto leave her behind, at least I can leave the states knowing she’s safe at home. She can find someone who makes her feel like I do without being me, the dog she can’t trust because he can’t trust himself.
ChapterTwelve
Selena
Idon’t realize how hungry I am until I scarf down my food. It’s the first substantial meal I’ve had since the night Lex got in my car. My last big dinner was leftover food-truck pizza on the overtime shift from hell.
“I probably should have fed you sooner,” he says through a laugh.
My cheeks heat as I realize I probably looked like a ravenous animal. I pretty much am.
“Worst captor ever,” I say through a noisy sip of my nearly empty drink.
Lex smirks at me. “I’m not a captor. You’re just an unwilling passenger. We’re close, aren’t we?” he asks, and I nod. “Then you drive. Drop me off a few blocks away and tell me the address.”
I shake my head. I donotlike that plan. I’m terrified to walk into the house alone after all this. After everything we’ve done and the things we’ll do in the future. “What am I even supposed to tell him about where I’ve been?”
“Just tell him the truth. That you were carjacked.”
“I don’t want to go in alone,” I whisper.
“You have to. Have I ever let anything bad happen to you?” he asks.
I cock my head at him because he almost sold me, and I’d say that was something pretty fucking bad. “You offered me as payment for that fake ID.”
“I didn’t let it happen, rabbit,” he says. He gets out of the car, and we swap seats.
I tighten my lips as I sit in the driver’s seat. I don’t like this idea. I hate it, actually. But he’s right. I can’t pull into my driveway with Lex in the passenger seat. He needs the element of surprise once I get inside the house.
We creep closer to my home without speaking. My stomach twists in knots, more so than when I first had sex with Lex. I pull over before we get into the upscale neighborhood I used to call home. It doesn’t feel like it any longer. It feels like a stranger’s street. Itisa stranger’s street.
I’m not the same Selena who last drove on this road.
I cut the engine, but we don’t move a muscle. “Give me your house key,” he says. He reaches toward me with an outstretched hand, but I hesitate before leaning over and twisting the key from the ring.
I hand it to him and cut my gaze.
He gets out of the car and leans through the open door to look at me once more. His hand digs around in his pocket before revealing a pocketknife. He tosses it on the passenger seat. “I’ll be there for you as soon as I can. If anything happens, use that, okay?” His hand grips the door handle. It’s as if he doesn’t want to leave me, or like he has something more he wants to say.
But he doesn’t.
I watch him walk away as I turn the key in the ignition and drive toward my hell. The devil is waiting for me, and I want to vomit from the fear squeezing my stomach.