I shake my head, and he increases the pressure on my throat. “Just him,” I whisper.
I was meant to be a virgin for my husband. It wasn’t a religious thing. It was a business requirement.
“Do you want to be with one man for the rest of your life? What’s left of it, at least.”
I try to nod but his hand keeps me from moving. “Yes,” I say.
But of course I don’t. I haven’t enjoyed sex since...ever. I just accepted that he’d be my shitty first and my unbearable last. I had no choice but to accept that it was my life now.
He growls, leans his weight into me, and puts his pistol behind his back. His hand rides up my thigh. My breath hitches and tears gloss my eyes.
I’m a faithful wife. I’ve always been faithful, despite it all. A tear slips down my cheek as I blink.
He blows a frustrated breath against my skin. “Mark my words, little rabbit, Iwillfuck you,” he growls. “If not now, later. Maybe tomorrow. But for this little stunt, Iwillhave you beneath me.” His thumb strokes the front of my pants as his hand falls to his side.
I’m untouched. For one more day, at least.
ChapterFour
Lex
Abright sun pierces the clouds, and the car’s interior is warm to the touch as we leave the motel. We start driving, and the road noise paves the way for me to get lost in my thoughts. I can’t help but feel weak. I haven’t had my hand on a woman in a decade. Ten long fucking years have passed without touching the delicate, addictive skin. Ten years ago, I’d have taken Selena at the motel and enjoyed every single horrifying moment of it, but I’m being fucking weak now.
Something about her seems so broken, and I don’t want to break her further, which is stupid. Having always been a slave to my impulses, I’ve never cared about desecrating a woman before. It’s taking everything in me, but I don’t want to add her to my list of victims. But does it even matter? It’s not like I can let her leave alive once she drops me off. I’ll have no choice but to break her in the worst, most final way.
I turn my head to look at her, and every inch of her tenses. She hasn’t spoken to me since I threatened to put her beneath me back at the motel. She needs to understand that it isn’t just a threat, it’s a promise. She had one rule, and it was for her to avoid doing anything stupid, like trying to leave. She broke that rule, so now I have to break her.
“You were a bad little bunny,” I say. The more I think about her weak escape attempt, the more my frustration grows. Her lips tighten, and she refuses to look at me. “You know that, don’t you?”
“Leave me alone,” she snaps.
Mouthy little bitch. I take a deep breath and lean closer to her. I rub my hand up her thigh, enjoying the way her muscles tighten against my touch.
“If you keep touching me, I’ll steer us into oncoming traffic.”
“No you won’t, sweet rabbit,” I whisper. I call her bluff and run my hand across her lower stomach and slip it down the front of her slacks. As she grabs my wrist to stop me, she swerves over the center line. “Focus on the damn road,” I snarl as I rip her hand off my wrist and put it on the steering wheel. Her maniacal driving is going to get us caught, which is probably what she wants. I can’t allow that. “Those hands better not leave that wheel.”
“Please don’t,” she begs. Genuine desperation pours through her strained words. It makes me hard as hell. And this is why I’m fucked up. I love how much shewantsme to stop,needsme to stop.
“Please don’t what?”
“Touch me,” she whispers.
I smirk at her, sinking my fingers lower. “Touch you where?”
She blinks away a tear. “Down there.”
I scoff. I want to hear her say it. I want her to tell me exactly what she doesn’t want so I can do exactly that. “You’re a grown woman, rabbit. Use your words. Tell me what you don’t want me to touch and why.”
She doesn’t speak. I’m not in the mood for these games.
“Why don’t you want me to touch your pussy?” I give her one more chance to answer before I say fuck this and make her pull over so I can take her how she doesn’t want to be taken.
She takes a deep breath. “Don’t touch mypussy”—she whispers the word—“because I’m married.”
I hold my hand against the warmth of her skin beneath her waistband, just above her soft mound. I’m rabid. I want to get my hands on her, sink them lower and fuck her cunt with my fingers. Even then, I consider her statement and her desperation to preserve the sanctity of her fucked-up little marriage.
And I wholeheartedly disregard it.