Page 26 of Lock Up the Darkness

Too close.

I stroked my fingers over the scratches I’d inflicted and he moaned in rapture.

It was clear to me now that the façade he put on ran even deeper than I’d thought. Even into this. So, sexually, he couldn’t even be himself, because he was definitely completely ensnared by this rough and wild, it was getting him off in a major way. And it was barely even scratching the surface. How hard up was he? Was he never able to get what he needed, or even admit to those predilections?

Jeez. No wonder he was so on edge around me. The way I operated called to the thing he tried so hard to tamper down in himself. It was like a fucking revelation for him.

Stop! I couldn’t feel any sort of understanding toward him. That was far too close to actually caring. The hell I was going to allow that.

Especially considering what he’d done, and what he’d tried to do just now.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t catch on?”

“To what?” he asked, distractedly, caught up in my attentions.

My hands left his chest and I snarled, fisting his very hard dick through his pants. As he roared out into the dimly lit empty lot, I gestured at the cameras high in the ceiling at strategic points that covered the entire space.

With his guard down, I saw the confirmation in his eyes that I’d suspected correctly.

I squeezed his dick, earning another pained cry from him. I frowned as I felt something… studs, maybe? “Keying my car was only part of this lesson you were determined to teach me. The other part was getting me in a compromising position. Specifically, having me on my knees begging for you to fuck me, or fill my throat. Basically surrendering to you in the most debasing—and fun for you—way you could think of. Then you’d edit your identity out of the video or stills you planned to distribute across Hexwood U, social media, and whatever else and ensure it was just me visible and then painted as some cock whore surrendering to you, being owned by you.”

“Cock whore. Now that sounds too good to pass up.”

“Not for me.”

“Don’t be so hasty. You’ll get back what you give.”

“You’ll be my cunt whore? Is that it?”

He smirked. “I do love your phrasing.”

I shoved my free hand into his chest, jarring him against the car, then twisted his dick in my grip.

He let out a fucked-up laugh. “Damn, you’re really something.” His hand shot out, wrapping around my throat. “Your denial is bullshit. You were right there with me, soaking my fingers, dirty girl.”

“Then it’s a real shame you had to bring the cameras and your ridiculous lesson into it.”

“Aurora—”

I dislodged his grip on my throat with two quick moves that had him gawking in shock.

“Now it’s me who needs to deliver a lesson.”

I released his dick, then rammed my knee into his balls.

As a gurgled cry tore from his throat and he slumped to his knees, I stood over him. “A two-parter, just like you planned for me.”

I turned from him and pulled my keys from my pocket, and strode to his bike.

Reeling on the ground, cupping himself, all he could do was watch as I scraped my car key over the front fender, etching two definitive words.

Her Bitch.

I ripped into the leather seat too, then followed it up with a deep slash to the front tire.

Turning back as I spun my keys in my hand, I found him sputtering and seething all at once.

He tried to lunge at me as I passed him by, but he was in too much agony to make much of it, and I was able to use his weight against him to shove him away from my car.

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