Page 68 of Right Number, Wrong Man
Nowthat’swhat I call putting in effort.
Jax spins me around, pushing me back against my car, and my heart skips when I see his face—or rather,don’tsee it. He wears a dull silver skull mask with small horns.
I barely stop myself from drooling while I undress him with my eyes.
He’s even taller than I expected, clad in dark cargo pants with a bunch of pockets and combat boots. A thin, black turtleneck clings to the planes of his muscles like asecond skin, stretching across a wide, defined chest and broad shoulders.
Just the way his biceps flex is enough to make me want to tear off my clothes and shout,Fuck me, Daddy!
His large hand wraps around the hilt of a hunting knife, but his palm makes it look small in comparison. How would those strong fingers feel around my neck?
Wordlessly, Jax slips the blade beneath my dress, hooking the tip under the band of my panties. All it takes is a quick tug before the pink satin falls to the dirty concrete. He steps into me, pressing his thick thigh between my legs, and I whimper at the friction on my bare pussy.
I grind my hips against him, seeking relief for my pulsing clit. At this rate, I’ll soak through his pants, but I can’t stop myself. I can’t look away from the mask, can’t help moaning, can’t help moving.
“Look at you, humpin’ my leg like a bitch in heat. Are you that desperate for my cock, Sugar?” Jax lets out a low, dangerous chuckle. “You ain’t so bratty anymore when I’m right here with you and not just texts on your phone. No snarky remarks? No teasing? All it takes is a bit of attention to tame that pussy and make it purr. You’re such an easy slut for Daddy.”
I have no response for him. My entire being is consumed with lust.
He clicks his tongue. “Didn’t you say that you’d kill me if I came near you?”
My eyes widen. Ididsay that.
“Then why aren’t you fightin’ back?” he asks and I hear the grin in his modulated voice. “Why aren’t you callin’ for help? I ain’t stopping you, but we both know why you’re so eager, don’t we? Causethis is what you want, my little brat. You wanna get used and fucked by a masked stranger.”
I choke on a single word. “Yes.”
“I’m here to violate you and consume you. No soft touches. No sweet nothings. I’ll push you too far, hold you too hard, and bury myself so deep inside you, you won’t know where your body ends and mine begins. Because your place is here, impaled on my dick.”
“Right now?” I stammer.
“Yeah, right now. This dirty parking lot is perfect for a filthy whore like you.”
My stomach flutters. “What if someone catches us?”
Jax snickers, shoving the knife in a holster at his belt.
“Then I’ll let ‘em watch while I fuck you. But don’t you worry, I’m the only one who gets to touch you. I never share my toys.”
He wrenches my arms behind my back, my shoulders aching. Metal bites into my wrists and panic sets in.
Shit, my hands are cuffed!
“You’re helpless now. I could do anything I want to you,” he murmurs. “I could kill you. I could slit your throat or spill your guts all over the concrete for the rats to feast on. Did you know that it can take minutes to bleed out? And I’d make it slow. So slow. I’d use your blood as lube and fuck your ass while the life drains from your veins. Do you want to die with my name on your lips, ridin’ the best orgasm you ever had?”
Death threats shouldn’t qualify as dirty talk, but my pulsing clit disagrees.
If this was a horror movie, the audience would be throwing popcorn at the screen now, cursing me for thinking with my pussy instead of my brain. But it’s not my fault the masked villain is criminally hot. His filthy mouth is fair grounds for pleading temporary insanity.
Jax retreats just enough to grab me by the throat. Effortlessly, he forces me down and my knees hit the rough concrete. Butterflies riot in my belly as I look up at him. From this position he seems like a giant, staring down at me from pitch-black eye holes. His mask can’t move, but I swear he’s grinning underneath.
His hand around my throat tightens, and a tingle shoots between my thighs as black dots spread through my vision.
Oh, wow.Wow.Thisis what it’s like to get choked? No wonder everybody online raves about hand necklaces.
“Are you scared?” Jax asks.
I nod as best I can. Scared doesn’t begin to describe how I feel. I’m absolutely terrifiedanddripping down my legs, praying this fantasy won’t end with me six feet under.
