Page 35 of Depraved

"You don't know shit about me," I snarled, cutting him off. "Not anymore. The woman you thought you knew? She's gone. This is who I am now. Get used to it or get the fuck out."

I turned on my heel, striding towards the door. I needed air, needed space to think. As I reached the threshold, I paused,glancing back over my shoulder. "Alex, with me. The rest of you, I want eyes on every approach to this cabin."

I stormed out of the cabin, the screen door slamming behind me. The cool night air hit my flushed skin, a welcome relief from the suffocating tension inside. Gravel crunched under my heels as I made my way to the truck.

The forest loomed dark and imposing around us, ancient redwoods stretching endlessly into the inky sky. An owl hooted mournfully in the distance. I yanked open the rear door, sliding into the backseat. The leather was cool against my heated skin.

Alex was right behind me, his breath coming fast as he climbed in and slammed the door. For a moment we just stared at each other, chests heaving. Then he reached for me and I surged forward, crashing my lips against his.

The kiss was all teeth and tongue, savage and desperate. I clawed at his shirt, needing to feel his skin under my hands. He growled low in his throat, large hands gripping my hips bruisingly tight as he pulled me onto his lap.

I ground down against him, feeling his hardness press against me through layers of denim. His fingers tangled in my hair, yanking my head back to expose my throat. His lips and teeth blazed a trail of fire down my neck as I fumbled with his belt buckle.

We didn't bother fully undressing, I just kicked off my heels and Alex yanked my jeans off, pulling his cock free and stroking himself once—twice—before pulling me back over him. I sank down onto him with a gasp, reveling in the delicious stretch and burn. Alex's hands gripped my hips, guiding me as I began to move. The truck rocked slightly with our frantic rhythm.

I rode him hard and fast, chasing oblivion. I needed this—needed to feel something other than the fear and rage. Alex's lips found my breast through the thin fabric of my tank top, teeth grazing my nipple. I cried out, arching into him.

"Fuck—" he groaned, thrusting up to meet me. "So goddamn wet for me, beautiful."

I silenced him with another bruising kiss, not wanting to hear sweet words right now. This wasn't about tenderness or love. This was about forgetting, about losing myself in sensation.

My nails raked down his chest, leaving angry red welts in their wake. Alex hissed, retaliating by bringing his hand down sharply on my ass. The sting only spurred me on, my movements becoming more frenzied.

I could feel my release building, coiling tighter and tighter in my core. Alex's thumb found my clit, circling roughly. "Shit—fuck, baby girl—” He moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head.

I felt my pussy clench around him as the tension inside me snapped. My vision whited out as waves of pleasure crashed over me, leaving me trembling and gasping. Alex followed a moment later, his grip on my hips bruising as he thrust up into me one final time with a guttural groan.

We stayed like that for a long moment, both panting heavily as we came down from our high. Eventually, I climbed off him on shaky legs, grimacing slightly at the sticky mess between my thighs. Without a word, Alex handed me a handful of fast food napkins from the glove compartment.

As I cleaned myself up, the silence in the truck felt thick and heavy. The windows had fogged up, creating a cocoon of privacy from the outside world. The scent of sex and sweat hung in the air, mingling with the lingering smell of leather and pine air freshener.

Suddenly, the door opened, letting in a rush of cool night air. River's hulking form slid into the seat beside me, a lit cigarette dangling from his fingers. Without a word, he passed it to me, the ember glowing bright orange in the darkness.

I took a long drag, letting the harsh smoke fill my lungs. The nicotine hit my system, easing some of the tension that still thrummed through my body.

River pulled the door closed with a soft thunk, sealing us back into our little bubble. For a moment, the only sound was our breathing and the faint crackle of the cigarette as I took another pull.

"You know," River drawled, his deep voice rumbling in the confined space, "if you two wanted to go stargazing, there are more comfortable spots than the backseat of a truck."

I snorted, a small smile tugging at my lips despite myself. “Alexdefinitelysaw some stars.”

I passed the cigarette to Alex, watching as he took a long drag. The ember glowed brightly in the darkness, illuminating the sharp planes of his face for a moment before fading. Smoke curled lazily from his lips as he exhaled, ghosting across my skin and sending a shiver through me.

"So, has Sarah stopped whining about being shot yet?"

River's deep chuckle rumbled through the truck. "Last I saw, she was still cursing your name and threatening to call for backup. Gage managed to get the bleeding under control, though. She'll live."

"Pity," I muttered, taking the cigarette back from Alex.

Alex's hand found my thigh, squeezing gently. "I've never been so turned on in my life,"

I smirked, raising an eyebrow at Alex. "You've said that before, you know. I'm starting to think you have a violence kink."

“Watching you hurt people makes my dick hard." His hand slid higher up my thigh.

As I opened my mouth, a blinding flash of light exploded outside, searing my retinas and leaving spots dancing across my vision.

"What the f—" Alex's curse was cut short as dark shapes materialized through the fogged windows, moving with eerie silence and precision. My hand flew to my gun, but before I could draw, a deafening crack split the air.

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