Page 93 of Afflicted

She lets out a little grunt as I turn away from her. I head straight for the office to get the truck keys and my laptop, my head swimming with thoughts of Juliet. Those filthy thoughts are mingled with the weight of the consequences of what I’ve done.

I should feel bad for violating my position. I’m her captor. She has no power here.

But I can’t bring myself to sully what I feel for her. I haven’t violated her. I haven’t abused her. If anything she made it more than clear that she wants me.Fuck me til I’m sore. Fucking christ. My girl is filth and sin, just like I thought. She wants to be mine, she wants me to possess her.

I can’t feel bad about that.

But if we get found out…

I hiss in a breath through gritted teeth as I turn back down towards the gardens instead of heading for the truck like I should. The horizon is thick with threatening black clouds, the air oppressive and thick.

You’re an idiot, Silas. Turn around. Go back to the truck.

Like a true addict, I tell the voice to go fuck itself.

Juliet is emerging from a shed, brushing hay from her clothes, when I seize her around the waist, one hand clapped over her mouth. I drag her behind the building, out of sight of the others.

“Shhh, it’s me.” I nip at her earlobe, feeling the thump of her racing pulse a mere inch from my lips. “I need to head out before the storm, come with me.”

She shakes her head, her mouth still covered, a mumbled protest against my palm.

“I’m not taking no for an answer.” I brush my hand over her breast, and she whimpers. “Come on.”

I release her, taking her hand and pulling her along behind me.

“Silas, you’re crazy,” she hisses behind me, but she doesn’t resist.

I pause at each corner, checking that the coast is clear before I pull her along. The compound is busy but everyone seems preoccupied, worried about the impending storm. They don't even notice us.

We reach the truck and I open the back door for Juliet.

“No sex blankets this time?” She giggles as I shove her in.

“Just keep your head down,” I tell her, and slam the door shut. I climb into the driver’s seat, and take a deep breath, looking over my shoulder at her curled up behind the passenger seat. She grins up at me, and I smile back. “Stay quiet, we’ll be out of here in just a minute.”

The guards at the gate are similarly preoccupied as the others in the compound, waving me out impatiently. The sun is still beating down, but the black clouds beckon in the rear view mirror as the storm draws closer. We clear the compound by a mile before I slow down and turn back to look at her.

“You can come out now.”

She climbs over the back seat, but shocks the shit out of me by getting on her knees on the passenger seat and unzipping my trousers.

“How did I know you’d already be hard?” She says with a grin. She pushes my arm out of the way so she can put her face in my lap.

“Fuck!” I hiss out, spearing my fingers into her hair as her mouth descends on my cock. My head slams back against the headrest. “Such a dirty little slut, aren’t you? Fuck, angel. So fucking greedy for my cock.”

She moans, the sound vibrating through me and making me clench my molars together so I don’t tear the steering wheel clean from the dash. The girl that was worried about not being able to take all of my cock yesterday is now taking me so deep, hollowing her cheeks as she bobs up and down. I shove her down onto me, and she moans again.

“You love having your mouth fucked, don’t you?”

Her tongue swirls over my head, flicking at my piercing, and I don’t know how I’m still managing to drive. I look down to watch that pretty head bobbing furiously, her hot wet mouth dragging me closer to the edge. I grip her hair and tilt her head so I can see those pink lips wrapped around me. Fuck, she’s perfect. My dirty fuckdoll.

I stop the truck, pressing my foot down on the brake. I watch as she moves, as she sucks me hard. Tears pearl at the corners of her eyes, but she doesn't stop. I’m hitting the back of her throat, and she chokes a little but keeps going.

“Fuck, yeah, that’s it. Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.” I groan as my climax stabs through me, my stomach tensing before I exhale heavily and pump the hot streams of my release into her mouth. She bobs gently, swallowing and licking up everything I give her.

When she lifts her head, she’s beaming, positively triumphant. I shake my head, smiling, and reach out to stroke her lips.

“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”

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