Page 24 of Sinners' Appetite
“You missed the turn,” I say, panic already starting to set in before I look over at him.
It’s like he didn’t even hear me.
“Justin, you missed my fucking turn!” I exclaim.
“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” he says, staring straight at the road ahead of us as he speeds up, running through a set of red lights.
“What the fuck? Stop the fucking car and let me out!” I holler out, resisting the urge to reach over and turn the wheel toward the curb.
“No can do, princess. You owe me an apology for being so inconsiderate.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? Let me out, now!”
He keeps driving, his speed increasing as he merges onto the highway. I quickly reach into my bag to grab my phone but henotices and slams on the brakes so hard that I hit my head on the dash.
“Keep your hands where I can fucking see them, Nikki,” he warns.
I have nothing with me to defend myself against him. He’s much larger than I am and if he really wanted to hurt me, he could easily do so.
“Please, Justin. Just bring me home,” I plead.
“Oh—but the night has just begun,” he smirks, reaching across the console to place his hand on my leg.
I try to swat his hand away, but it’s no use. He grips even harder, causing me to shriek loudly, which pisses him off even more.
“I think you forgot to thank me for dinner,” he says, his fingertips digging into my skin.
Before I can say another word, he puts his blinker on and pulls off onto a side road.
Fuck. I should have trusted Sammi’s instincts.
Wait—I have keys in my bag.
The only way out of this is to play along. Make him think I changed my mind.
“Can I tell you something?” I ask.
“Anything, princess., he grins.
“You make me nervous too. I’ve always had a crush on you, even when I was with your brother,” I lie. I mean, I always thought he was kinda hot, but now, he just disgusts me.
“Really? That’s relieving,” he replies.
“Why don’t we just pull over and talk?” I suggest.
He shoots me a glare and nods his head. “Good idea.”
A rush of relief washes over me as he pulls into the driveway of an abandoned farm yard. Just then, he reaches over and grabs hold of my hair, pulling my head toward his lap as he unbuttons his pants and pulls his cock out.
“No! Stop!” I beg. The more I resist, the harder he grips my hair.
“My brother always bragged about that filthy mouth of yours,” he growls.
Before I can do anything to stop him, he slams my head into the steering wheel and my mouth drops open to scream out, but he shoves me down onto his cock, thrusting to the back of my throat.
I start to choke, unable to close my jaw to bite down into him. When he lifts my head finally, I gasp for air, digging my fingers into his upper leg in an attempt to get him to stop.
“Look at me, Nikki,” he demands, pulling my head back.
