Page 39 of Runaway Queen

Sofia followed my gaze. She stared at the police station, wetting her lips.

“I don’t see you moving,” I pointed out after a moment.

“Why are you doing this? Is it a test?” She turned to look at me. My clever little swallow always knew me better than anyone. “You want to see if I could really turn you in?”

“Maybe. Maybe I want to realize what it means if you don’t get out of the car right now and walk in there and tell the first officer you see that a man held you at knifepoint in your car, and he’s still outside.”

Sofia turned to me. Her insightful eyes latched on to mine. In the afternoon light, they looked lighter than usual, flecked with dark green. “You really trust me not to, don’t you?”

“Trust is a strong word, after what you’ve done. Really, I just don’t care. Jail, free… they’ve all become much the same.”

Her eyes looked sad. “You buried me in a coffin in the woods the other night.”

“I’m aware. You deserved it. You’re supposed to be dead. Waking up in a box is the least you could do. You want to tell me why yet? You got the sob story worked out?”

For a second, I thought she was about to share. Maybe she’d cry and explain. Maybe she’d lie again or be brutally honest.

Instead, she simply raised her chin and held her tongue. She was a locked box of secrets, and I could torture the truth out, but that wouldn’t be any fun.

“You never know, prom queen. Maybe I’ll forgive you.”

“You’re not exactly known for your mercy.”

If Sofia was really planning on turning me in for stalking her, I might as well find out now, seeing as there was no way I was stopping. If I couldn’t have her, I might as well be in jail.

“Tell me your sorry excuses for abandoning me, or walk into that station and make sure I can’t haunt you forever, because those are your only options.”

Her gaze never broke mine. Her hands were curled in tight little fists. I could feel her secrets, hidden behind high walls that I was no longer permitted to see behind. I was on the outside, and no amount of attacking the gates was going to get me in. Frustration mounted inside me, making that bloodthirsty beast of madness gnash its teeth. I wasn’t a patient man, and Sofia was testing every single ounce of it I had. I wanted her story, as sorry and inadequate as it would be. I needed it, and for some reason, she didn’t want to tell me. That could only mean the truth was the worst possible reason. The one we couldn’t come back from.

That she didn’t love me, like I loved her, and she never had. My fury clouded my gaze, making my body hard and the urge to do violence simmer below my skin.

“Fine. If you don’t want to use that beautiful, lying mouth to talk, use it for something else.”

Her eyes widened. “Meaning?”

“So, now she talks? Meaning… I gave you the chance to call the cops. I gave you the chance to hurt me, and I’ve given you the chance to plead your case… if you don’t want to do any of them, then you can at least clean up the mess you made this morning.”

She blushed hard. It was a startling thing to see that she could still be so achingly sweet at times. I lowered a hand to my belt and undid it, losing the seat belt and shifting my hips forward so I had a modicum of space.

“I can still taste your cunt from this morning and the way you came all over my face. My days of jerking off are behind me, and you’ve left me with a cock so hard, it could put someone’s eye out. Fair’s fair, isn’t it? Your turn, then my turn. Will you keep playing with me? Or will you walk into that station and never have to see me again?”

It was a powerful bluff. She could easily call me on it. What she didn’t understand was how little I had to lose. I wanted to see how far I could push her. I wanted to see if she really feared for her life in my hands, or if somehow, just like I trusted her, a part of her still knew that I’d put her life over my own, every single time. It was just the way I was wired. I knew no other way.

I slid a hand into my jeans. Fuck, I was so hard it hurt. I wanted her touch like I’d never wanted anything. I wanted her to fight herself and lose. I wanted her to understand that I wasn’t the only fucked-up one.

I pulled my cock out. It was leaking from the top, desperate for her touch. The cool air in the car blew over my skin. That chaos in my chest stilled again when Sofia looked down, her gaze landing right on my dick. She wet her lips. An involuntary movement, and utterly soul-destroying.

“Hurry up, before one of those cops come and check out why we’re stopped here.”

A look of panic chased across her face, closely followed by determination. There she was, my stubborn girl. Slowly, she reached out a hand toward me.

“Take me all the way out,lastochka.” My voice had dropped to a gravel tone. My throat was dry, awaiting her touch.

Her hand made contact with my cock, and it jerked sensitively under her touch. She seemed fascinated by the response. After a second, she moved again, this time more purposefully, taking me firmly in her fist and pulling me out of my tight jeans. It was difficult. I was so hard, it was unwieldy. She muttered a curse, and I watched her, turned on and amused at the same time.

When I was fully free, all nine inches jutting proudly up, she wrapped her hand around as far as she could and slowly pumped. It felt indescribable.

“Make it nice and wet.” My voice was a hoarse grunt.

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