Page 47 of Trapped

Our fun is interrupted when I see a large crowd of people rushing toward us. Women running with children in their hands. Men seeking shelter for their families. Some bodies hit the ground, and I gasp in terror. Silas pushes me to the ground. He’s already pulled his gun out and shifted his body in front of me. His bodyguards rush forward and fire toward the threats. We crouch behind a table, and Silas scans over me.

“Are you okay?” he asks, and I nod, my heart accelerating in my chest.

“When I say go, I need you to run to the truck. There’s a gun in the glove compartment. Stay there and stay down. If I’m not there in ten minutes, take off.” I stare into his eyes. I nod, despite the anxious need to stay with him. He scans our surroundings intently, then turns back to me. He presses a kiss on my forehead.

“Go.”

My feet move forward, my heart pounding with each step. I run to the truck and watch the exchange. Out of nowhere emerge men dressed in military clothes, shooting toward Silas and his guards. More men emerge from the shadows of the plazawith firearms. They aren’t shooting at Silas, though. They areprotectinghim.

Bodies begin to fall, but shots still ring out around me. I grab the gun from the glove compartment and feel that familiar sense of power rising in me. Just as I go to rush out toward Silas, I see him running toward me at full speed. His strong arms lift me up and throw me into the truck. He starts the truck and takes off. A Jeep full of military men trails behind us, and bullets ricochet off of the truck as the speed accelerates.

The truck jerks wildly, and I roll down the window. I grab onto the handle above the window and pull myself up, setting my ass on the window seal. The wind beats against my face as I face the Jeep behind us. I aim the gun and pull the trigger. Half my shots hit, but it’s not enough to stop them. Bullets fly past me, and Silas calls out to me.

“Switch me spots!”

I move toward him and switch him places, grabbing the wheel. Bertha is running at her max speed. Silas reaches under the seat and pulls out an AK, then opens the back window. He starts shooting as I stabilize my hands on the wheel. Shots continue to ring out behind me, and I jump every time a bullet flies close to us. The firing decreases, but bigger problems arise in the distance.

“Uh, Silas. There’s a huge truck coming toward us!” I scream.

“Step on the gas!”

He continues firing shots, and I step on the gas, heading straight for the semi. He honks, and I close my eyes before I feel Silas’s arm on mine as he turns the wheel all the way to the left. My hands shoot up to my face. The truck bounces and my body shifts with it. I push down on the brakes as hard as I can. I hear the metal of the truck scraping below us, and my stomach catches in my throat.

The front windshield shatters as the truck slams violently into a tree. Silas’s arm works like an airbag, holding me back from flying out the windshield. Pain bursts through my arm, and when I look down, I see a large piece of glass logged there. I pull out the piece of glass and gasp at the pain.

“Are they gone?” I ask. My body is overdosing on adrenaline.

“The semi hit them.” I look up at Silas, whose heart is also beating outside his chest. Our heavy breathing fills the space. I look him over, checking for a cut or bruise. The only thing I find is that dark, possessed look in his eyes. Eyes that are focused and locked in on the crimson red trickling down my arm.

Silas

I stare down at the thin red line as it slowly moves down her soft skin. I can’t move as my anticipation heightens. I grab her wrist and examine the cut. The widening of her pupils only exaggerates the desire burning in her brown eyes. I drop my lips to her arm and run a tongue over the sweet metallic taste of her. I press my lips over the small cut, sucking hard as I satisfy that unnerving need to taste everything she has to offer. She moans, and my own blood finds its way straight to my cock.

I pull her down onto the bench seat. We’re both high on the adrenaline from the chase. Drunk on the way we escaped death. I would deal with the threat later. We are safe now, and I want her. I can’t contain my animalistic response to her anymore than she can contain her own wants.

Her long nails slide under my shirt and up my stomach. She pulls the hem of my shirt up and over my head. She fumbles with my belt buckle then reaches her hand inside my waistband, grabbing my erection with a tight squeeze.

“Métemela.”Stick it in me, is her desperate command. She frees my aching cock and runs her hand over my shaft.

Her nails glide from the base to the crown. My eyelids flutter when she circles the piercing with the tip of her nail. I growl out then savagely pull at her jean shorts and pull them down her long legs. I stroke her sweet cunt, hiding behind the fabric of her thong. I circle a finger over her sticky and swollen clit. The sun has set, and her moans mix with the dead of night.

I pull up her shirt and unfasten her bra. When the cold air hits her bare breasts, her brown nipples harden. I suck one into my mouth, and she holds my head hostage as I devour it. I grind my dick into her slowly, my bare erection sliding between her legs. The enclosed space makes the position difficult with my six-foot frame. When I come up for air, my head hits the roof hard. Thalia lets out a small chuckle.

“Come here,” I say, pulling myself off her and opening the driver’s side door. I pull her with me as I step out. She crosses her arms and shakes against the breeze.

“Silas, it’s cold.”

“That’s what body heat is for.” I grin and lift her up, pressing her wet core to my stomach. Her legs wrap around me, and I open the bed of the truck. There are serape blankets I keep in the bed storage that I remove and lay down on the cold truck bed. Reaching out, I pull her down to the blankets with me and run my hand over the frame of her face, taking in the raw beauty of her. My heated palm roams over every inch of her. Consumed by the heat radiating from her, I begin to massage her ass. Slowly, I make counter clockwise circles as her hands roam through my loose strands of hair. I rip off her panties. She gasps, and I roll us over, placing her on top of me.

“Sit on my cock.” She looks out to the highway, but it’s not easily visible.

We rolled too far out, and we’re invisible to any traffic. She brings the serape blanket up and over her shoulders as she positions her knees on either side of me. I grab her hips and align her pussy with my hard dick. She cries out as I shove myself into her.

“Fuck, it hurts,” she cries when my crown pushes deep into her.

“You can take it.” I circle inside her slowly as she adjusts to the fullness. Her hardened nipples graze my chest as she leans forward. Her hands grab the storage box as she begins rolling her hips in slow motion. She moans out her filthy thoughts as she gets lost in the pleasure.

“Don’t stop.”

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