Page 68 of Sacrificing Zoriah

“What is it, Zoriah?” he asks.

“Please don’t tease me.”

“Oh, pretty girl,” he grins. “Teasing would be sliding my fingers into your dripping little cunt and watching you melt for me, Zoriah. I can show you teasing, and you’ll feel me for days.”

I swallow hard and blink at him, at a complete loss for words. My face is blazing hot, and I have an urge to disappear so he doesn’t know just how turned on I am.

“Tell me, pretty girl, if I reached between your beautiful thighs, how wet are you for me?”

“Stop,” I whine. “My brain can’t handle this,detective.”

“Oh, is that how it is?” he asks. “Is that your way of saying you aren’t interested?”

“I didn’t say that.” I frown deeply and try to pull away from him. He doesn’t let me get up, so I get pissed off. “Let me go, dammit!”

Lance releases me just enough that I can turn, but he immediately grabs me by the throat and pulls me back against his chest. He squeezes my throat to the point that I can’t breathe as he speaks quietly in my ear. We are stopped in the driveway, and everyone is watching us with smirks and smiles.

“You are severely underestimating my limits, Riah. I will fuck that attitude out of you so hard that every time you think of being a fucking brat, you’ll remember how you cried for me and my cock. I’m trying to be gentle with you, but you keep testing my patience,” he growls. “Are you going to behave?”

I rapidly shake my head and gasp for air when he releases my throat. When he unwraps his arm from around my waist, I yank the door open and jump out. “If you run, you better hide whileyou’re at it,” Lance warns as I slowly back up. “I’m serious, Zoriah. If you run from me, I’ll…”

I don’t give him a chance to finish his sentence before I turn and sprint toward the house. Romanneverlocks his door, but right as I get there, I hear it engage. I spin around to see Roman smiling at me with his phone in hand. “Oops,” he says, his grin growing wicked when Lance steps around the vehicle and pulls his service weapon off his hip to hand to Ben.

“Oh, fuck,” I say.

“I warned you, didn’t I?” Lance asks me.

“Roman, unlock the fucking door,” I say, pulling on the door handle to get into the house.

“Mmm. No. I think I’d rather see the consequences of your bratty actions,” he muses. “Run, Zoriah. You’ve gotten this far.”

“Where?!” I shout in frustration.

“Where else?” Ben says, nodding toward the woods. Lance steps up on the porch, and I move to the railing at the far end.

“Go on. Jump,” Huxley encourages.

“If you run, I swear to God, I will take you to a tree and fuck you unconscious,” Lance warns. “I will welt your ass and make you regret every fucking second you decided to be a brat rather than talk to me.”

“You wouldn’t hurt me,” I say.

“Oh, sweetheart. I promise, if you run from me, you’ll be crying by the time I start fucking you. Ipromisethis morning will seem like foreplay compared to what I’ll do to you.”

“You won’t hurt me,” I say again, more so reminding myself.

“Then run, little brat. Run so I can catch myself a new little fuck toy.” Lance taunts me. He steps closer, and I pull myself up to sit on the railing. Lance grins at me and steps closer, triggering me to practically throw myself off the porch. I nearly bust my ass when I hit the ground but stumble back and regain my footing. Lance grabs the railing and easily leaps off the porch, making me turn and sprint. I don’t go toward the woods but immediately regret it when I hear him advancing on me fast.

I scream when he wraps his arms around me, and we come crashing down to the ground. I try to crawl away, but he grabs my hips and pulls me back. “Get off of me, you psycho man!” I giggle and try to squirm free.

Lance fists my hair and yanks my head back, making me gasp. “Do you trust me, Zoriah?” he asks softly but with a dark and menacing tone of voice.

“Yes,” I reply. “Why does it sound like you are plotting?”

“When you tell them you want violence, what do you mean?” he asks quietly. “They can’t hear us.”

“I… Fuck, I will sound insane,” I sigh.

“Say it, pretty girl. Tell me what you want.”

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